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4 To gentle ofices of love
His feet are never slow :
A brother in a foe.
Shall present peace receive-
His trembling soul shall live.
C. M. Cowper.
forts-true and false. 10 GOD, whose favorable eye
The sin-sick soul revives ;
Thy shining presence gives.
They judge with graceless hearts; Swell'd with their pride, they are deceiv'd
By Satan's wily arts.
And while they boast their light,
They're plunging into night.
They sin, and yet rejoice;
They sure would hear his voice. *5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's pow'r;
That make me blush for what I am,
And hate my sin the more.
At thy dear feet to lie;
And none can higher fly.
Carolan's. Cumberland. Confidence in the Mediator. Heb. iv. 15. 1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark and friends are few,
And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly virtue's narrow way,
Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour. 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
For thou didst weep o’er Lazarus dead. 4 And Oh, when I have safely past Through every conflict-but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch besido
C. M. Ryland.
Barby. Bray. Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4. 1 GRANT, Lord, I may delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
My best, my only friend.
But all is found in thee;
While thou art God to me.
To look within the veil,
Whose word can never fail.
I triumph and adore ;
To love and please thee more.
C. M. Cowper.
Contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 1 THE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
To love thee, if I could ; But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
I fain would strive for more;
Seem weaker than before.
And love thy house of pray’r; I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there. 6 Oh, make this heart rejoice or ache
Decide this doubt for me;
And heal it, if it be.
Failh conquering. Rom. i. 17. 1 THE moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in his crucify'd God,
'Tis faith that still leads us along,
And lives under pressure and load, That makes us in weakness more strong,
And draws the soul upward to God. 2 It treads on the world and on hell,
It vanquishes death and despair ; And Oh! let us wonder to tell,
It wrestles and conquers by pray’r:
With God to commune as a friend;
And look for his love to the end.
That stand between God and the soul; It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole; Bids sins of a crimson-like dye
Be spotless as snow, and as white;
To dwell with the angels of light.
Portugal. Kent. Faith connected with saltation. 1 NOT the best deeds that we have done,
Can inake a wounded conscience whole;
That flies to Christ, and saves the soul. 2 Lord, I believe thy heav'nly word, Fain would I have my soul renew'd ;