HYMN 198.

L. M.

Harrison.

Warwick Surry.

1 OH, could I find some peaceful bow'r,
Where sin has neither place nor pow'r;
This traitor vile I fain would shun,
But cannot from his presence run.
2 When to the throne of grace I flee,
He stands between my God and me;
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
I feel him working in my breast.
3 When I attempt to soar above,
To view the heights of Jesus' love;
This monster seems to mount the skies,
And veils his glory from my eyes.

4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe,
Which keeps my faith and hope so low;
I long to dwell in heav'n my home,
Where not one sinful thought can come.

HYMN 199. L. M.

Islington. Truro.

The Christian's Hope.

Watts.

1 WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine:
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go-

Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there?. 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode ! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. HYMN 200.

8,7, 4.

Jordan. Littleton.

Fawcett.

Hope encouraged. Ps. xlii. 5.

1 O MY soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness;
Bid thy restless fears begoue;
Look to Jesus,

And rejoice in his dear name.

2 What though Satan's strong temptations
Vex and grieve thee day by day;
And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay;
Thou shalt concer―

Through the Lamb's redeeming blood 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, From without and from within;

Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin:
He is faithful

To perform his gracious word.

4 Though distresses now attend thee, And thou treadst the thorny road;

His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon he'll bring thee home to God!
Therefore praise him-

Praise the great Redeemer's name.
5 Oh, that I could now adore him,
Like the heav'nly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters!

When shall I your chorus join?
HYMN 201. L. M.

Armley. Darwent.

1 Sam. xxx. 6.

Steele.

1 WHY sinks my weak desponding mind? Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh? Can sov'reign goodness be unkind?

Am I not safe, if God is nigh?

2 He holds all nature in his hand:
That gracious hand, on which I live,
Does life, and time, and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.

3 'Tis he supports this fainting frame,
On him alone my hopes recline;

The wond'rous glories of his name, How wide they spread! how bright they shine!

4 My God, if thou art mine indeed, Then I have all my heart can crave; A present help in times of need,

Still kind to hear, and strong to save

HYMN 202. C. M.

Standish. Elgin.

J. Steward.

Hoping, yet trembling.

1 MY soul would fain indulge a hope
To reach the heavenly shore;
And when I drop this dying flesh,
That I shall sin no more.

2 I hope to hear, and join the song,
That saints and angels raise;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.

3 But Oh-this dreadful heart of sin!
It may deceive me still;
And while I look for joys above,
May plunge me down to hell.

4 The scene must then for ever close,
Probation at an end;

No gospel grace can reach me there,
No pardon there descend.

5 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come,
To me thy Spirit give;

Shine through a dark, benighted soul,
And bid a sinner live.

Lives but the insect of a day

Oh, why should mortal man be proud? 2 His brightest visions just appear,

Then vanish, and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear,

A breath may level with the ground. 3 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crowded in life's little span: How ill, alas, does pride become That erring, guilty creature, man! 4 God of my life, Father divine!

Give me a meek and lowly mind:
In modest worth, Oh, let me shine,
And peace in humble virtue find.
HYMN 204.

C. M.

Mear. St. Martin's.

Joy in the Holy Ghost. Luke i. 46.
1 MY soul doth magnify the Lord,
My Spirit doth rejoice

In God, my Saviour, and my God;
I hear his joyful voice.

2 I need not go abroad for joy,

Who have a feast at home;

My sighs are turned into songs,—
The Comforter is come.

3 Down from on high, the blessed Dovo Is come into my breast;

To witness God's eternal love;
This is my heav'nly feast.