Here I raise my Eben-ezer;

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God
He to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

O, 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,
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, Oh take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above.

Who shall Separate us?

REJOICE, ye saints, in every state,

Divine decrees remain unmoved: No turns of providence abate

God's care for those he once hath loved.

Firmer than heaven his cov'nant stands,
Though earth should shake and skies depart,

You're safe in your Redeemer's hands,
Who bears your names upon his heart.

Our Surety knows for whom he stood,
And gave himself a sacrifice :
The souls once sprinkled with his blood,
Possess a life that never dies.

Though darkness spread around our tent,
Though fear prevail, and joy decline,
God will not of his oath repent;
Dear Lord, thy people still are thine.

Why take ye Thought.

O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine..

Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize, to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

Thy favour, all my journey through
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
Shall I resist them both?

A poor blind creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth!

But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

This is the Way

How many and great are the foes which infest
The way through this world to the Canaan of rest!
The traveller ever his Lord would obey,
Yet oft is discouraged because of the way.

Though Satan, the world, and corruption combine,
And try to prevent the poor Pilgrim's design;
They cannot destroy, though they often betray,
And make him discouraged because of the way.

When good he would do, imperfections abound,
His graces are weak, and temptations surround;
For many turn back, and would lead him astray
Which makes him discouraged because of the way.

Yet why should the Christian, of Canaan despair,
Perplexed or alarmed with discouraging fear?
Let him but his map and his leader obey,
Nor more be discouraged becaues of the way.

In Christ inexhaustible treasures are stored.
And Jesus will suitable blessings afford;
Then why should the pilgrim be filled with dismay?
Or why be discouraged because of the way?

Unquenchable love and omnipotent power,
Will land him ere long on the heavenly shore;
There pleasure eternal will amply repay,
For all the discouragements found in the way.

Counting the Cost.

AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord:
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies
The glory shall be thine.

Religion.

RELIGION bids all sin depart,

And folly flies her chastening rod;
She makes the humble, contrite heart,
A temple of the living God.

Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll,
To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul.

At her approach, the grave appears
The gate of paradise restored;
Her voice the watching cherub hears,
And drops his double flaming sword.

Baptized with her renewing fire,

We shall the crown of glory gain; Rise when the hosts of heaven expire, And reign with God, for ever reign.