d Here's my heart—O take and seal it; Seal it from thy courts above.
HYMN 81. 8s. Consolation. [*] Excellencies of Christ.
Hall This beautics declare?
OW shall I my Saviour set forth?
O how shall I speak of his worth, 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 nail'd to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free;
-His glory sustained no loss,
g Eternal his kingdom shall be.
-3 His wisdom, his love, and his pow'r, Seem'd then, with each other to vie; e When sinners he stoop'd to restore, p Poor sinners condemned to die! He laid all his grandeur aside, And dwelt in a cottage of clay: Poor sinners he lov'd, till he died, To wash their pollution away. -4 O sinner, believe and adore, The Saviour so rich to redeem; No creature can ever explore The treasures of goodness in him: d Come, all ye who see yourselves lost, And feel yourselves burden'd with sins, Draw near, while with terrour you're toss'd; Believe-and your peuce shall begin.
-5 Now, sinner, attend to his call, d Whoso hath an ear let him hear!" He promises mercy to all,
Who feel their sad wants, far and near;
o He riches has ever in store,
And treasures that never can waste:
• Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and moreu Here's glory eternal at last.. RIPPON'S COL.
HYMN 82. L. M. Armley. [*]
HOU only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty Friend;- e And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah! whither shall I go- A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe, One glimpse of happiness afford? -3 Eternal life thy words impart, On these my fainting spirit lives; o Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. -4 Let earth's alluring joys combine; e While thou art near, in vain they call: o One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. -5 Thy Name, my inmost pow'rs adore; o Thou art my life, my joy, my care; d Depart from thee;-'tis death-'tis more, "Tis endless ruin-deep despair!
e 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie; Here safety dwells, and peace divine; -Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life is thine.
HYMN 83. L. M. Leeds. [*] Temptation: or, Safety in the Storm. THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call,
e My fears are great, my strength is small.
—2 O 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 care, Is all that saves me from despair. e 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name, Attend the followers of the Lamb, Who leave the world's deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more.
-5 Tho' tempest-toss'd and half a wreck, 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. JESUS, lover of my soul,
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 thee; 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 name,
I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
HYMN 85. H. M. Allerton. [*] Jesus, the Pilot. Luke viii, 22.
Jerluan ct into the deep;
ESUS, at thy command,
And leave my native land, Where sin lulls all asleep:
For thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to heav'n with thee and thine;
2 Thou art my Pilot wise; My compass is thy word; My soul each storm defies, While I have such à Lord! I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r, To save me in the trying hour.
3 Though rocks and quicksands deep, Through all my passage lie;
Yet thou wilt safely keep,
And guide me with thine eye: My anchor, hope, shail firm abide, And I each boisterous storm outride. 4 By faith I see the land, The port of endless rest; My soul, thy sails expand, And fly to Jesus' breast.
O may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!
5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms and winds subside;
Lord to my succour fly,
And keep me near thy side:
For more the treach'rous calm I dread, Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow A prosperous gale of grace, To waft me from below,
To heav'n, my destin'd place:
s Then in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world, and sin, behind.
HUNTINGDON. HYMN 86. L. M. Castle Street. [*] My Redeemer liveth. Job xix, 25. KNOW that my Redeemer lives;"
"I What comforts, this street sentence gives,
He lives, he lives, who once was dead, He lives, my ever living head!
2 He lives triumphant from the grave, He lives-eternally to save; He lives-all glorious in the sky, He lives-exalted there on high.
3 He lives to bless me with his love, He lives-to plead for me above; He lives-my hungry soul to feed, He lives to help in time of need. 4 He lives-to grant me rich supply, He lives-to guide me with his eye; He lives-to comfort me when faint, He lives-to hear my soul's complaint. 5 He lives-to silence all my fears, He lives to stoop and wipe my tears; He lives to calm my troubled heart, He lives-all blessings to impart.
6 He lives-my kind, wise heav'nly Friend, He lives-and loves me to the end; He lives—and while he lives I'll sing, He lives-my prophet, priest, and king. 7 He lives-and grants me daily breath, He lives-and I shall conquer death! He lives-my mansion to prepare, He lives to bring me safely there. o 8 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?"
HYMN 87. 7s. Fairfax. [*]
Life and Strength in Christ. ON of God, thy blessing grant,
S still supply my ev'ry want;
Tree of life, thine influence shed, With thy sap my spirit feed. e 2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I, Wither without thee, and die; Weak as helpless infancy; O confirm my soul in thee! 3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall Send the strength for which I cali: Weaker than a bruised reed, Help I ev'ry moment need. 4 All my hopes on thee depend; -Love me, save me to the end! Give me the continuing grace, Take the everlasting praise.
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