Hymn. The Christian's Treasure. 1 How vast the treasure we possess! 5 FATHER, I wait Thy daily will; Hymn. Conflicts not expected by young Christians. 1 THE new-born child of gospel-grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath IMMANUEL'S shining face, Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes, No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes The strength and peace his soul enjoys, 3 But sin soon darts it's cruel sting, 4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host, The LORD soon made his numbers less; And said, lest Israel vainly boast, "My arm procured me this success.' 5 Thus will He bring our spirits down, 1 And draw our ebbing comforts low, That sav'd by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praise we owe. Hymn. Persecution.Welcome Cross. "TIS my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the SAVIOUR's pow'r to know, Sanctifying ev'ry loss: Trials must and will befal; But with humble faith to see 2 GOD, in Israel, sows the seeds Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to pray'r; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. Hymn. Persecution. Reproach for Christ. 1 AND art Thou, gracious Master, gone, 2 Should I to gain the world's applause, But soon his place shall know him not: 4 No! let the world cast out my name, For Thee, my GOD, I all resign, 5 What transport then shall fill my heart, When Thou my worthless name wilt own; Hymn. Satan's Devices. 1 I HATE the tempter and his charms, 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, Or kills with slavish fear; And holds us still in wild extremes, 3 Now he persuades, "How easy 'tis 4 He bids young sinners, "Yet forbear To think of GOD or death; 5 He tells the aged, "They must die, 4 While thus he props his cruel throne By mischief and deceit, His full devices, LORD, make known, 7 Stedfast in faith, we look to Thee Hymn. Christian warfare.-Christ's strength. 1 BY whom was David taught To aim the dreadful blow, When he Goliath fought, 2 And laid the Gittite low? No sword nor spear the stripling took, But chose a pebble from the brook. 'Twas Isr'el's GOD and King, Who sent him to the fight; Ye feeble saints, your strength endures, 3 Who order'd Gideon forth, 5 To storm th' invaders' camp, A pitcher and a lamp? Oh! I have seen the day, My trust is in the LORD; My soul has quell'd a thousand foes, But unbelief, self-will, Self-righteousness, and pride, How often do they steal My weapon from my side? Yet David's LORD, and Gideon's Friend, Will help his servant to the end. |