Then the hard heart begins to feel 7 Thus bought with blood, and born again, MY Hoping for a revival. Y harp untun'd, and laid aside, (To cheerful hours the harp belongs) My cruel foes, insulting cry'd, "Come, sing us one of Zion's songs." 3 Alas! when sinners blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines and love grows cold Is it a day for me to sing? 3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, 6 "Take down thy long neglected harp, The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair.” 7 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive, There the weary are at rest. Job iii. 17. 1 COURAGE, my soul ! behold the prize; The Saviour's love provides Eternal life beyond the skies, 2 The wicked cease from troubling there, Sorrow and sin, and pain and care, 3 A wicked world and wicked heart, 4 In conflict with this threefold troop, 5 But fighting in my Saviour's strength I shall a conq'ror be at length, 6 Then why, my soul, complain or fear!" The more I toil and suffer here, CCXCII. L. M. NEWTON. Man by Nature, Grace, and Glory. Kindled by the Almighty's breath; The seat of darkness, strife and death. 3 But Jesus, O amazing grace! Assum'd our nature as his own, Then took it with him to his throne. Despises earth, and walks with God. 6 Nearest the throne, and first in song, While wond'ring angels round him throng, CCXCIII. L. M. NEWTON. Bless the provisions of thy house, Now from the fulness of thy word, THY HY promise, Lord, and thy command, And now we humbly waiting stand To hear what thou wilt say.* 2 Meet us, we pray with words of peace, 'H CCXCV. S. M. NEWTON. FUNGRY, and faint, and poor, 2 Thy word invites us nigh 3 The food our spirits want Thy hand alone can give; CCXCVI. L. M. NEWTON. Deut. xxxiii. 26-29. 1 WITH Israel's God who can compare? Or who, like Israel happy are! O people saved by the Lord, He is thy shield and great reward! 1 Upheld by everlasting arms, Thou art secur'd from foes and harms; CCXCVII. C. M. NEWTON, WE E seek a rest beyond the skies, Through floods and flames the passage lies, 2 The swelling flood and raging flame, Then let us triumph in his name, Our Saviour is the Lord. CCXCVIII. C. M. EBEN-EZER COLLEC Help laid on Christ. Ps. lxxxix. 19. I FR ROM Sinai's Mount to Zion's Hill, The law's demand ye can't fulfil, 2 Then to the cross of Jesus now, There justice wears a smiling brow, 3 [His work was great, 'twas to redeem, The chosen seed, beloved in him, 4 And who but the Redeemer, say, The weight of sin that on him lay, |