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d Here's my heart-o take and seal it;
Excellencies of Christ.
I How shall I his beauties declare?
Or what his chief dignities are? o His angels can never express,
Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace: e No! this is a myst’ry unknown. g 2 In him all the fulness of God
For ever transcendently shines; e Though once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his gracious designs: p Though once he was waii'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free; -His glory sustained no loss, g Eternal bis kingdom shall be, -3 His wisdom, his love, and his pow'r,
Seem'd then, with each other to vie;
And dwelt in a cottage of clay: .
To wash their pollution away. -4 0 sinner, believe and adore,
The Saviour so rich to redeem;
The treasures of goodness in him:
And feel yourselves burden' with sins,
Believe and your peuce shall begin.
Who feel their sad wants, far and near; o He riches has eyer in store,
And treasures that never can waste:
o Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and more-
All Good in Christ,
1 My Refuge, my alınighty Friend; e And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I goA wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sio and wne, One glimpse of happiness afford? - Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
-4 Let earth's alluring joys coinbine;
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
'Tis endless ruin--deep despair! e 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Temptation: or, Sufety in the Storm. di THE billows swell, the winds are high,
1 Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call, e My fears are great, iny strength is small. -2 0 Lord, the pilot's part perform;
And guide and guard me through the storm! Defend me from each threat'ning ill, d Control the waves-say, “Peace be still!" --3 Amidst the roaring of the sea, My soul still hangs her hopes on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful cure,
Is all that saves me from despair,
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
And leave it to return no more.
My Saviour through the floods I seek; o Let neither winds, nor stormy rain, Force back my shatter'd bark again. CowPER.
HYMN 84. 7s. Hotham. [*] Christ, the. Refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii, 27.. 1 TESUS, lover of my soul,
e Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is nigh! Hide me, O my Saviour hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last? 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on tliee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head, With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy naine, I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. CowPER. HYMN 85. H. M. Allerton. [*] .
Jesus, the Pilot. Luke viii, 22. 1 TESUS, at thy command,
I laanch into the deep; ; And leave my native land,
Where sin luns all asleep:
For thee I fain would all resign,
2 Thou art my Pilot wise;
While I have such à Lord!
3 Though rocks and quicksands deep,
And guide me with thine eye:
Aud I each boisterous storm outride. o 4 By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
And fly to Jesus' breast.
And storms and winds subside;
And keep me near thy side:
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 0 6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,
To heav'n, my destin'd place:
My Redeemer liveth. Job xix, 25.
I What comforts, this sweet sentence gives,
3 He lives to bless me with his love,
He lives to bring me safely there. 08 He lives--all glory to his name!
He lives-my Jesus, still the same: e O the sweet joy this sentence gives, O“I know that my Redeemer lives?" MEDLEY.
HYMN 87. 7s. Fairfax. 1*7
Life and Strength in Christ. 1 QON of God, thy blessing grant,
Still supply my ev'ry want;
4 All my hopes on thee depend; --Love me, save me to the end! Give me the continuing grace, Take the everlasting praise. MADAN'S COL.