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1 JESUS, I know, hath died for me;
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,

I look into my Savior's breast:
Away, sad doubt and anxious fear!
Mercy is all that's written there.

L. M. 61.

2 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be

gone;

Though joys be withered all and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn;
On this my steadfast soul relies,
Father, Thy mercy never dies.

3 Fixed on this ground will I remain,

Though my heart fail and strength decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away.
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting Love.

John Wesley. 1740. a.

Tr. John Andrew Rothe. 1731.

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PEACE AND JOY.

PSALM 32.

O BLESSED Souls are they,
Whose sins are covered o'er!
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more!
2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives without deceit

Shall prove their faith sincere.

S. M.

3

Let sinners learn to pray;
Let saints keep near the throne.

Our help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.

THE man is ever blest,

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[Watts. 1719.

S. M.

Who shuns the sinner's ways;
Among their counsels never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place:

But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.

He like a tree shall thrive,

With waters near the root;

Fresh as the leaf, his name shall live;
His works are heavenly fruit.

Not so the ungodly race,

They no such blessings find;

Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff

Before the driving wind.

5 How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment-seat,

Where all the saints at Christ's right hand
In full assembly meet?

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He knows and He approves

The way the righteous go:

But sinners and their works shall meet

A dreadful overthrow.

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COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround His throne.

[ Watts. 1719.

S. M.

Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

2 The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas:
This awful God is ours,

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Our Father and our Love:

He will send down His heavenly powers
To carry us above.

There we shall see His face,

And never, never sin :

There, from the rivers of His grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Emmanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

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Proverbs III: 13, 17.

Watts. 1709. a.

C. M.

1 How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice!

2 For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

And her rewards more precious are
Than all their stores of gold.

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3 She guides the young with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.

4 According as her labors rise,
So her rewards increase;

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Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

Michael Bruce. 1770.

WHAT cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell?

In time, and to eternal days,

"Tis with the righteous well."

In every state secure,

Kept by Jehovah's eye,

'Tis well with them while life endure,
And well when called to die.

Well when they see His face,
Or sink amidst the flood;
Well in affliction's thorny maze,
Or on the mount with God.

"T is well when joys arise;
"T is well when sorrows flow;

S. M.

'Tis well when darkness veils the skies,

And strong temptations blow.

'Tis well when on the mount
They feast on dying Love:

And 'tis as well, in God's account,
When they the furnace prove.
"Tis well when Jesus calls,
"From earth and sin arise,

Join with the hosts of ransomed souls,
Made to salvation wise."

John Kent. 1803. a.

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1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;

Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 0 ye banished seed, be glad!
Christ our Advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes;
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Sing, ye little flock and blest:
You on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.
5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
6 Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.

7s.

John Cennick. 1742. a.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

C. M.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

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