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4 To gentle ofices of love

His feet are never slow :
He views, through mercy's melting eye,

A brother in a foe.
5 He, from the bosom of his God,

Shall present peace receive-
And when he kneels before the throne,

His trembling soul shall live.
HYMN 185.

C. M. Cowper.
Canterbury. Colchester.

forts-true and false. 10 GOD, whose favorable eye

The sin-sick soul revives ;
Holy and heav'nly is the joy,

Thy shining presence gives.
2 This hypocrites have ne'er believ'd,

They judge with graceless hearts; Swell'd with their pride, they are deceiv'd

By Satan's wily arts.
3 Unholy, selfish joys are theirs ;

And while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,

They're plunging into night.
4 Lull'd in a soft and formal sleep,

They sin, and yet rejoice;
Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,

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.
6 'Tis joy enough, my All in all,

At thy dear feet to lie;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,

And none can higher fly.
HYMN 186. L. P. M. D. R.

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,
On him I lean, who not in vain,
Experienc'd every human pain ;
He sees my warts, allays my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heav'nly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he who felt temptation's pow'r

Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour. 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile
Divides me—for a little while,
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,

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
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 187.

C. M. Ryland.

Barby. Bray. Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4. 1 GRANT, Lord, I may delight in thee,

And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,

My best, my only friend.
2 No good in creatures can be found,

But all is found in thee;
I must be blessed and abound,

While thou art God to me.
3 Oh, that I had a stronger faith,

To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,

Whose word can never fail.
4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee,

I triumph and adore ;
Henceforth my great concern shall be,

To love and please thee more.
HYMN 188.

C. M. Cowper.

Plymouth. Walsal.

Contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 1 THE Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow;

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Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain,

To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclip'd

To love thee, if I could ; But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,

I fain would strive for more;
But, when I cry, "My strength renew,'

Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,

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 if it be not broken, break,

And heal it, if it be.
HYMN 189. 8s.

Lambeth Uxbridge. Bethany,

Failh conquering. Rom. i. 17. 1 THE moment a sinner believes,

And trusts in his crucify'd God,
His pardon at once he receives--
Redemption in full through his blood.


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'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:
Permits a vile worm of the dust,

With God to commune as a friend;
To hope his forgiveness as just,

And look for his love to the end.
3 It says to the mountains, “ Depart,”

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;
And raises the sinner on high,

To dwell with the angels of light.
HYMN 190. L. M. Watts.

Portugal. Kent. Faith connected with saltation. 1 NOT the best deeds that we have done,

Can inake a wounded conscience whole;
Faith is the grace,--and faith alone,

That flies to Christ, and saves the soul. 2 Lord, I believe thy heav'nly word, Fain would I have my soul renew'd ;

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