I mourn for sin and trust the Lord,
To have it pardon'd and subdu'd.
3 Oh may thy grace its power display,
Let guilt and death no longer reign,
Save me in thine appointed way,
Nor let my humble faith be vain.
HYMN 191. L. M.
A living and a dead Faith.
1 THE Lord receives his highest praise,
From humble minds and hearts sincere ;
While all the loud professor says,
Offends the righteous Judge's ear.
2 To walk as children of the day,
To mark his precepts' holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch and pray,
Show who are pleasing in his sight.
3 Not words alone it cost the Lord,
To purchase pardon for his own;
Nor will a soul by grace restor❜d,
Rest in mere forms and words alone.
4 Easy indeed it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above,
If wat'ry floods and fluent speech
Might serve instead of faith and love.
5 But none shall gain that blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory see;
Who talk of rich and sov'reign grace,
Unless from sin they are made free.
Dundee. Colchester.
The power of Faith.
1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves me from its snares; Its aid in ev'ry duty brings,
And softens all my cares:
2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heav'nly things,
And feeds the pure desire.
3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r,
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there
Nor bids me seek in vain.
HYMN 193. C. M.
Braintree. Arlington.
Holy Fortitude.
1 AM I a soldier of the cross;
A foll'wer of the Lamb;
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Shall I be carried to the skies,
On flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize
And sail'd through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face,
Must I not stem the flood;
Is this vain world a friend to grace,
To help us on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ;
Increase my courage, Lord,
To bear the cross, endure the shame,
Supported by thy word.
5 The saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With faith's discerning eye.
1 SINCE we, and all our treasures too,
Are his who reigns above;
Then is there nothing we can do,
To prove our grateful love?
2 A broken heart he'll not despise-
It is his chief delight;
This is an humble sacrifice,
Well pleasing in his sight.
3 Tho' treasures brought before his throne Would no acceptance find,
He kindly condescends to own
A meek and lowly mind.
4 This is an off'ring we may bring,
However mean our store;
The poorest child, the greatest king,
Can give him nothing more.
HYMN 195. L. M.
Portugal. Winchester.
Gravity and Decency.
1 BEHOLD the sons the heirs of God
So dearly bought with Jesus' blood;
Are they not born to heav'nly joys,
And shall they stoop to earthly toys?
2 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth,
Well suit the honors of their birth?
Shall they be fond of gay attire,
Which children love, and fools admire?
3 Lord, with a heaven-directed eye
We'll pass these glitt'ring trifles by;
Oh, raise our hearts and passions higher,
Touch our vain souls with sacred fire.
4 We'll look on all the toys below
With such disdain as angels 'do;
And wait the call that bids us rise
To mansions promis'd in the skies.
HYMN 196. L. M.
Happy Poverty. Matt. v. 3.
1 YE humble souls, complain no more; Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.
2 When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear:
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
3 In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
In vain they boast their little stores;
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours:
4 A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health and peace and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every want hath full supplies.
Bath. Leeds. Portugal.
Hatred of Sin.
1 HAD I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain within my breast,
Would make that heav'n as dark as hell.
2 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air
And bless'd with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.
3 But Oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the christian's head;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.
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