e 5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear:

o Make you his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.

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HYMN 80. 8 & 7. Love divine. [*]

Grateful Recollection. 1 Sam. vii. 12.

COME

HOME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

o Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
o Praise, the mount, I'm fixed upon it-
Mount of God's unchanging love.

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-2 Here I raise my Ebenezer;

Hither by thine help I'm come; ‹
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

e Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
o He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed with precious blood,
e 3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
--Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee:
e Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it—
Prone to leave the God love→→→
d Here's my heart-O take and seal it;
Seal it from thy courts above.

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IIYMN 81. 8s. Consolation. [*]
Excellences of Christ.

HOW shall I my Saviour set forth?

How shall I his beauties declare?

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 mystery unknown

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2 In him all the fulness of God

Forever transcendently shines;

e Though once like a mortal he stood,, To finish his gracious designs

p Though once he was nailed to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free ;

-His glory sustained no loss,

g Eternal his kingdỏm shall bellesa, vet

3 His wisdom, his love, and his power, Seemed then with each other to vie ;5 e When sinners he stooped to restore, ⠀ por sinners condemned to die! d He laid all his grandeur aside, And dwelt in a cottage of clay: Poor sinners he loved, 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 himd Come, all ye who see yourselves lost, And feel yourselves burdened with sin,? Draw near, while with terror you're tossed; Believe-and your peace shall begin.

5 Now, sinner, attend to his call, d" Whoso hath an eár 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 more→→→ * Here's glory eternal at last.

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RIPPON'S COL.

HYMN 82. L. M. Armley. [*]

All good in CHRIST.

HOU only Sovereign of my hear,
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 wanderer 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 powers 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 qui d Here safety dwells, and peace divine;

-Still let me live beneath thine eye

• For life, eternal life is thine.

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HYMN 83. L. M. Leeds. [*]
Temptation; or, Safety in the Storm.

TH

THE billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast

to

wintry sky;

call,

Qut of the depths th is small.

e My fears are great, my

-2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform,

And guide and guard me through the storm!
Defend me from each threatening 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 every shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

-5 Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods 1 seek;
Let neither winds, nor stormy rain,
Force back my shattered bark again.

COWPER.

HYMN 84. 7s. Hotham, [*]

Christ, the Refuge from the Storm. Deut. xxxiii. 27.
ESUS, lover of my soul,

While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is night!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past,-

Safe into the I

O receive my

guide; 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 stayed,
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 1 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.

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HYMN 85. II. M. Allerton. [*]

Jesus, the Pilot. Luke viii. 22.

I JESUS, at thy command,

I launch into the deep;

And leave my native land,

Where sin lus all asleep:

For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to heaven with thee and thine!

? Thou art my Pilot wise;
My compass is thy word;
My sout each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour."

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie,

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Yet thou wilt safely keep,

And guide me with thine eye:
My anchor, hope, shall-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 reach the heavenly shore,
Whee winds and waves distress no more!

5 Whene er becalmed I be,

And storms and winds subside;
Lord, to my succour flyyo

And keep me near thy sidegi

For more the treacherous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. /
6 Come, heavenly Wind, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,

To waft me from below,

To heaven, my destined place:

8 Then, in full saif, my port I'll find, And leave the world, and sin, behind.

HYMN 86. L. M.

HUNTINGDON.

Castle Street. [*]

My Redeemer lineth. Job xix. 25.

1 "I KNOW that my Redeemer lives;

What comforts this sweet 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;