To him I'll cleave, and never part;
My Love is crucified.

4 O that in Jesus' wounds, my soul
Secure, may ever hide,

And sing as changing seasons roll,
My Love is crucified.

5 To what a test his love was put,
When by his suff'rings tried,
But faithful to the end endur'd:
My Love is crucified.

6 Let not my dear despised Lord,
Be e'er by me deny'd;

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My joy, my crown, my boast be this,
My Love is crucified.

7 Dead be my heart to all below,
In Christ may I abide;

Why should I love the creature so ?
My Love is crucified.

8 Still while upon this earth I stay,
Whate'er shall me betide,

To all around I'll meekly say,
My Love is crucified.

9 And when death's gloomy vale I walk,
My Lord shall be my guide;

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To him I'll sing, of him I'll talk,
My Love is crucified.

CXXXVIII.

BE

Gravity and Decency. EHOLD the sons, the heirs of God, So dearly bought with Jesus' blood! Are they not born to heavenly joys, And shall they stoop to earthly toys?

2 Can laughter feed th' immortal mind? Were spirits of celestial kind

Made for a jest, for sport and play, To wear out time, and waste the day? 3 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth, Well suit the honours of their birth? Shall they be fond of gay attire, Which children love and fools admire? 4 What if we wear the richest vest, Peacocks and flies are better drest; This flesh with all its gaudy forms, Must drop to dust, and feed the worms. 5 Lord, raise our hearts and passions higher; Touch our vain souls with sacred fire; Then, with a heaven directed eye; We'll pass these glitt'ring trifles by.. 6 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. HOPE IN DARKNESS AND TRIALS. L. M. Chard tune. SELEC.

CXXXIX.

Hope in darkness.

RIPPON'S

GOD, my Sun, thy blissful rays

Can warm, rejoice, and guide my heart! How dark, how mournful are my days,

If thy enlivening beams depart!

2 Scarce through the shades, a glimpse of day Appears to these desiring eyes!

But shall my drooping spirit say
The cheerful morn will never rise?

3 O let me not despairing mourn,

Though gloomy darkness spreads the sky; My glorious Sun will yet return And night with all its horrors fly. 4 O for the bright, the joyful day, When hope shall in fruition die! So tapers lose their feeble ray, Beneath the sun's refulgent eye. CXL. L. M.

STEELE.

Hope encouraged by a view of the divine perfections. 1 Sam. xxx, 6.

1 W Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?

WHY sinks my weak desponding mind?

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 we live,
Does life, and time, and death command,'
And has immortal joys to give.

3 "Tis he supports this dying frame,
On him alone my hopes recline;
The wond'rous glories of his name, [shine!
How wide they spread! how bright they

4 Infinite wisdom! boundless power

Unchanging faithfulness and love!
Here let me trust, while I adore,
Nor from my refuge e'er remove.
5 My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then I have all my heart can crave;
A present help in time of need,

Still kind to hear and strong to save.
6 Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord,
And ease the sorrows of my breast;

Speak to my heart the healing word,
That thou art mine-and I am blest.

CXLI. C. M. NEWTON.

O that I were as in months past! Job. xxix. 2.

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WEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood

Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
His praises tun'd my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevail'd;
His love was all my song.

3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;
I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles,
And lean'd upon his arm.

4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine,

And when I read his holy word,
I call'd each promise mine.

5 Then to his saints I often spoke,
Of what his love had done;
But now my heart is almost broke,
For all my joys are gone.

& Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns ;

And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noise,
For Jesus hides his face;

I read, the promise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.

* Now Satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey,
Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail,
O come without delay.

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CXLII. L. M. P

Hope in Darkness.

N darkest hours and greatest grief,
A view of Christ gives joy and lights
Among ten thousand he's the chief,

He turns to day my blackest night.
2 When sins like mighty mountains rise,
And fears like raging billows swell,
Then Christ appears my sacrifice,
And sweetly whispers All is well.
3 When past offences me assail,

And Sinai's thunders loudly roar, Then Jesus shows himself my bail, And justice cries I ask no more. 4 If Satan strive to cast me down,

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Then speaks the Father, whose I am,
And says I'm chosen in the Son,
Before the world or time began.
Thus lov'd and chosen in the Son,
Redeem'd and cleansed by his blood,
Not all the rage of hell or men
Can separate me from my God.

CXLIII. L. M. P

The same.

ENEATH thy frowns O Lord I lie,

BE

Conceal'd thy face,--my conforts diet

I see my sins, I see my trust,

And own in all that thou art just.

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