Hymn. Power of Faith. 1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves me from it's snares: 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, And lights the sacred fire Of love to GOD, and heav'nly things, And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows it's pow'r 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign; And bids me seek my portion there, Nor bids me seek in vain ; 5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd 6 There, there unshaken would I rest, And then on faith's triumphant wings Hymn. Believer rejoicing. 1 GRACIOUS LORD, my heart is fixed, Thou hast drank, and drank for me: Thou hast set the pris'ner free. 2 Lute and harp, awake to praise Him! All my pow'rs your tribute bring! Though no praise can higher raise Him, (What can higher raise our King?) Were I silent, E'en the stones would rise and sing. 3 Many were the chains that bound me; Keep Thy servant lest he fall. 4 Fair the scene that lies before me: I shall live because He lives. 5 When the world would bid me leave Thee, Telling me of shame and loss, SAVIOUR, guard me lest I grieve Thee, Lest I cease to love Thy cross: This is treasure: All the rest I count but dross. Hymn. Believer rejoicing. 1 FAR from us be grief and sadness; Farther still unhallow'd mirth: Zion's sons may sing with gladness, Their's are joys of heav'nly birth: JESUS Owns them: He is LORD of heav'n and earth. 2 All the worldling's mirth is madness, All his labour fruitless toil; 'Tis the saints that taste of gladness, Though the world their choice revile: Sweet their portion! Life is in the SAVIOUR'S smile. 3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us, Can no longer greatly move. 4 Once the world was all our treasure; Then the world our hearts possess'd; Now we taste sublimer pleasure, JESUS gives His people rest. Hymn. 4 Thanks for mercies. 1 IN glad amazement, LORD, I stand, Amidst the bounties of Thy hand; How numberless those bounties are! How rich, how various, and how fair! 2 But O! what poor returns I make! What lifeless thanks I pay Thee back! LORD, I confess with humble shame, My off'rings scarce deserve the name. 3 Fain would my lab'ring heart devise 4 To Him I consecrate my praise, 5 In deep abasement, LORD, I see 6 Give me at length an angel's tongue, That heav'n may echo with my song: The theme, too great for time, shall be The joy of long eternity. Hymn. Blessedness of true wisdom. 1 HAPPY the man that finds the grace, 2 Happy beyond description, he Who knows "the SAVIOUR died for me!" The gift unspeakable obtains, And heav'nly understanding gains. 3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise? Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross compar'd to her. 4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days, 5 To purest joys she all invites, 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains; Wisdom, and CHRIST, and Heav'n, are one, |