3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all!
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
1 FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend. Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
3 Ah, whither could we fly for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed, Or how the hosts of he!l defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? 4 There, there on eagle's wings we soar, And sin and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
50 let my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat.
THE God of Abram praise, Who reigns enthroned above; Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of Love!
Jehovah, great I AM,
By earth and heaven confest; I bow and bless the sacred Name, Forever blest.
2 The God of Abram praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At His right hand:
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power, And Him my only Portion make, My Shield and Tower
3 The God of Abram praise, Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me, all my happy days, In all His ways:
He calls a worm His friend; He calls Himself my God; And He shall save me to the end Through Jesus' Blood.
He by Himself hath sworn; I on His oath depend;
I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend:
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
Forevermore. Thomas Olivers. 1772.
SANCTIFICATION AND THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
1 My Maker and my King!
To Thee my all I owe. Thy sovereign bounty is the spring From whence my blessings flow.
Thou ever good and kind! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love. The creature of Thy hand, On Thee alone I live.
My God! Thy benefits demand More praise than life can give.
4 O what can I impart,
When all is Thine before? Thy Love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas, how poor!
Shall I withhold Thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with Thy love.
O let Thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to Thee aspire, And all my days be Thine.
1 THOU art my Portion, O my God!
Soon as I know Thy way,
My heart makes haste to obey Thy word, And suffers no delay.
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice.
3 The testimonies of Thy grace I set before mine eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies.
4 If once I wander from Thy path, I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to Thy commands, And trust Thy pardoning grace.
5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine: O save Thy servant, Lord!
Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-place; My hope is in Thy Word.
6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil;
And thus, till mortal life shall end, Would I perform Thy will.
L.M. 1 Ан, wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2 May I resolve with all my heart,
With all my powers to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.
30 be His service all my joy!
Around let my example shine; Till others love the blest employ, And join in labors so divine. 4 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice, To yield to His supreme control, And in His kind commands rejoice. 50 may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wandering leave His sacred ways. Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live Thy praise.
L. M. 1 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right To every service I can pay; And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates, and obey. 2 What is my being, but for Thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend! 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Savior I would live,
To Him who for my ransom died; Nor could untainted Eden give
Such bliss as blossoms at His side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more, And my last hour of life confess His love hath animating power.
TEACH me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see: And what I do in any thing, To do it as for Thee!
To scorn the senses' sway, While still to Thee I tend: In all I do, be Thou the Way, In all, be Thou the End!
3 All may of Thee partake: Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for Thy sake, Greatness and worth from Thee.
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