e 2 Here I repent, and sin again, Sometimes revive, sometimes am slain; Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, oh! too often wounds my heart. -3 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in theeo The fulness of thy promise prove, And feast on thine eternal love? DORRINGTON. HYMN 58. L. M. Bath. [b*] 1 WHA Conflict between Sin and Holiness. Gal. v, 17. e Or mourn to feel it live again. And headlong urge my downward course. -6 Great God, assist me through the fight, CRUTTENDON. HYMN 59. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] e 1 LAS, what hourly dangers rise! p 2 How oft my mournful tho'ts complain, And melt in flowing tears! e My weak resistance, ah, how vain! How strong my foes and fears! e −3 O gracious God, in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid; e Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, -5 When strong temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside; o My God, thy powerful aid impart― My guardian and my guide. 0 -6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee; -And never let me go astray, e 1 From happiness and thee. STEELE. HYMN 60. 8, 7 & 4. Helmsley. [*] My soul, what means this sadness? And rejoice in his dear name. -2 What though Satan's strong temptations, Vex and grieve thee day by day; And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay; Thou shalt conquer Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood. -3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee, From without and from within; o Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee, But will save from hed and sia: He is faithful To perform his gracious word. 4 Tho' distresses now attend thee, And thou tread'st the thorny road; • His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon he'll bring thee home to God! Therefore praise him Praise the great Redeemer's name. -5 O that I could now adore him, Like the heav'nly host above, o Who forever bow before him, And unceasing sing his love! Happy songsters! e i When shall I your chorus join? FAWCETT. I WAS a grov'ling creature once, And basely cleav'd to earth; I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, Wings such as clothe an angel's form, 03 With these, to Pisgah's top I fly, 04 The Lord of all the vast domain The length and breadth of all the plàin, -5 How glorious is my privilege! e I stand upon a mountain's edge, O save me, lest I fall! -6 Tho' mach exalted in the Lord, My strength is not my own; e Then let me tremble at his word, And none shall cast me down. 0 COWPER. HYMN 62. L. P. M. Sheffield. [*] 1 TESUS, I know, hath died for me,- Hither when hell assails, I flee, And look into my Saviour's breast: o Away, sad doubts, and anxious fear— e Mercy is all that's written there. 2 Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head, e Tho' strength, and health, and friends, be gone, Tho' joys be wither'd all, and dead, And every comfort be withdrawn; g Steadfast on this my soul relies— Father thy mercy never dies. -3 Fix'd on this rock will I remain, e When heart shall fail, and flesh decay; g A rock which shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away! s Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting love! LYNDALL. HYMN 63. L. M. Psalm 97th. [b] Swallow'd the mountains in its rage, 2 In vain the tallest sons of pride e 4 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint, Sat in his ark, secure from fear, And sang the grace that steer'd him through. o 5 So may I sing, in Jesus safe, While storms of vengeance round me fall; Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd, Beyond what shakes this earthly ball. -6 Enter thine ark, while patience waits, Nor ever quit that sure retreat; Then the wide flood that buries earth, 'Shall waft thee to a fairer seat. s 7 Nor wreck nor ruin there is seen; But the bright rainbow round the throne, HYMN 64. 8&7. Emmaus. [*] Christ, a Friend closer than a Brother. Prov. xviii, 24. NE there is, above all others, ONE is, aves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, o 2 Which of all our friends, to save us o But our Jesus died to have us, e 3 When he liv'd on earth abased, Still he calls them brethren, friends, e 4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften! 1 What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are bro't, We will love thee as we ought. NEWTON. HYMN 65. C. M. St. Ann's. Mear. [b] M ANNA to Israel well supply'd The want of other bread; While God is able to provide, His people will be fed. 2 Of his kind care, how sweet a proof! Who gather'd most had just enough, |