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5 When unbelief would me distress,
Sin, guilt, and hell, destroy my peace;
These gracious words shall set me free,
The Lord my God doth think on me.j
6 My soul shall rest upon her God,
And trust in his unerring word;
Believing this great mystery,

Though poor, the Lord doth think on me.
CCCXIII. L. M.

MEDLEY.

Submission. Psal. 46. 10.
L
ET me, thou sov'reign Lord of all,
Low at thy footstool humbly fall,
And while I feel thy chast'ning rod,
Be still, and know that thou art God.
2 When or wherever thou shalt smite,
I'll own thee kind and always right;
And underneath the heaviest load
Be still, and know that thou art God.
3 Dost thou my earthly comforts slay
And take beloved ones away ?

Yet will my soul revere the rod,
Be still and know that thou art God.
4 Yes, be my trials great or small,
There's sure a needs-be for them all;
And all thy dealings I'll applaud,
Be still, and know that thou art God.
5 Let me not murmur nor repine

Under these trying strokes of thine; But while I walk the mournful road, Be still, and know that thou art God. 6 Still let this truth support my mind, Thou can'st not err, nor be unkind; And thus may I improve the rod, Be still, and know that thou art God. Thy love thou❜lt make in heaven appear, all I've borne or suffered here;

Let me, till brought to that abode

Be still, and know that thou art God. 8 There when my happy soul shall rise, To be with Jesus in the skies,

I shall, as ransom'd by his blood,
Forever sing, Thou art my God.
CCCXIV. C. M.

WATTS.

The Penitent's plea.

GOD of mercy! hear my call,
My load of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall
That bars me from thy love.
2 Give me the presence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain,
For sin could e'er atone:

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise

A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

CCCXV. S. M. NEW SEL.
The christian soldier.

1 SOLDIERS of Christ, be bold,
In Zion's ways stand fast,

Cleave to the Lord and you shall find
All will be well at last.

2 Great numbers will oppose,

And many snares be laid;

But Christ will be your strong defence;
Then never be dismay'd.

3 Upon the throne of grace; Jehovah doth appear;

Fight the good fight ye ransom'd throng, And never yield to fear. 4 Fear not your num❜rous foes, O'er all you shall prevail; And live, and sing redeeming love, When they'll lament and wail. 5 Hark, hark, ye ransom'd race,

Your captain cries, "Fight on,"
Soon ye shall mount the lofty skies,
And stand around the throne.
6 Great God, send down thy pow'r,
And make thy saints arise,
Boldly to fight and conquer all,
And then receive the prize.

CCCXVI. S. M. NEW SEL.
The same.

COME, all who love to pray,

On Jesus cast your care;
And ev'ry praying soul shall find
He loves to answer pray'r.

2 See how he looks, and smiles,
From yonder shining throne;
Ples'd, he attends your ev'ry pray'r,
And sends rich blessings down!

3 Ye hung'ring, thirsting souls,

pray, and never faint;

Fresh scenes of love our Lord displays To ev'ry praying saint.

4 And whither should we go,

But to a throne of grace?

For there we prove celestial joys,
And find substantial peace.

5 Lord, from thy throne behold
Thy saints assembled here,

Whose hearts ascend with warm desire
To feel thy presence near.

CCCXVII. C. M. NEW SEL.
A gracious God.
1 MY soul, arise in joyful lays,
Renounce this earthly clod,

Tune all thy pow'rs in sweetest praise,
And sing, thy gracious God.

2 When in my heart his heav'nly love
He sweetly sheds abroad,
How joyfully he makes me prove
He is my gracious God.

3 In all my trials here below,

I'll humbly bear the rod,

For this, through grace, I surely know,
He's still my gracious God.

4 In all the ways through which I've pass'd,
And all the paths I've trod,
It ever has appear'd at last
That he's my gracious God.
5 When in my last departing hour
I pass through death's cold flood,
Upheld by sov'reign love and pow'r,
I'll sing, my gracious God.

6 But when he shall my spirit bring
To heav'n, my bless'd abode,
There to eternity I'll sing,
Thou art my gracious God.
CCCXVIII. L. M.

Come, see a man, &c.

BOSTON COL.

John iv. 29.

JESUS, dear Lord, we bless his name,
And joyful sing his glorious fame ;

He wrought salvation's wondrous plan
Come, sinners, come and see the man.
2 He kindly calls the sin-sick soul,

Heals all his wounds, and makes him whole;
He saves, and none beside him can;
Come, sinners, come and see the man.

3 Mourner, he tells you what you've done,
What dreadful lengths in sin you've run;
"Tis he this work in you began,

Then don't despair,-come see the man.
4 Bow to the sceptre of the Lord,
Trust in his name, receive his word;
Tho' long in sin you boldly ran,
There yet is hope! come, see the man.
5 Thus Jesus, when at Jacob's well,
Did to the woman all things tell;
Smit with his love, at once she ran,
And others call'd, come, see the man.
6 Gladly she told to all around

What a dear Saviour she had found,
And straight to preach his love began;
Sure this is Christ, come, see the man.

CCCXIX.

C. M.

BROADDUS'S COL.

Bosom friend.

O THAT I had a bosom friend,

To tell my secrets to!

On whose advice I might depend
In every thing I do.

2 How do I wander up

and down,

And no one pities me;

I seem a stranger quite unknown,
A child of misery.

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