Take all that I possess below,
And give thyself to me.]

5 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give,
To be my guide and friend,

To light my ways to ceaseless joys,
To sabbaths without end.

SOCIETY MEETINGS.

CCCVI. L. M. RIPPON'S SELEC

The loving-kindness of the Lord.

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Isa. lxiii. 7

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;

He justly claims a song from me:
His loving-kindness O how free!

2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,

Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all:
He sav'd me from my lost estate :
His loving kindness O how great!

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along:

His loving-kindness O how strong! 4 When trouble like a gloomy cloud, Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud, He near my soul has always stood: His loving kindness O how good! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart, Prone from my Jesus to depart; But though I have him oft forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my inortal powers must fail;

O! may my last expiring breath His loving kindness sing in death! 7 Then let me mount and soar away To the bright world of endless day, And sing with rapture and surprise His loving-kindness in the skies.

CCCVII. L. M. COWPERS

Exhortation to Prayer.

WHAT various hindrances we meet,

In coming to a mercy seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles, when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.

5 Have you no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent;

Your cheerful songs would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

CCCVIII. C. M. NEW SEL.

Encouragement.

1 REJOICE, believer in the Lord,
Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that's built upon his word
Can ne'er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm:

Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.

$ Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or, fainting, shall not die!
Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint,
Will aid you from on high.

4 Though now unseen by outward sense,
Faith sees him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence;
Then what have you to fear?

5 As surely as he overcame,

And triumph'd once for you;
So surely you that love his name
Shall triumph in him too.

CCCIX. C. M. NEW SEL.

Prayer.

NOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
And make thy glory known;

Now let us all thy presence feel,

Oh soften hearts of stone.

2 Help us to venture near thy throne,
And plead the SŞaviour's name:
For all that we can call our own',
Is vanity and shame.

3 Send down thy spirit from above,

That saints may love thee more;
That sinners now may learn to love,
Who never lov'd before.

4 And when before thee we appear,
In our eternal home,

May growing numbers worship here,
And praise thee in our room.

CCCX. C. M. NEW SEL.
Happy the Christian.

HOW happy is the christian's state!
His sins are all forgiv'n;.
A cheering ray confirms the grace
And lifts his hope to heav'n.
2 Though in the rugged path of life,
He heaves the pensive sigh;
Yet, trusting in his God, he finds
Deliv'ring grace is nigh.

3 If, to prevent his wand'ring steps,
He feels the chast'ning rod;

The gentle stroke shall bring him back
To his forgiving God.

4 And when the welcome message comes, To call his soul away ;

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His soul in raptures shall ascend
To everlasting day.

CCCXI.

C. M. NEW SEL.

The pilgrim's safety.

SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great deliv'rer sing;

Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd ;
How holy, and how plain;

Nor shall the simplest travellers err,
Nor ask the way in vain.
3 No rav'ning lion shall destroy,
No lurking serpent wound:
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Through all the path are found.
4 A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
Till to the sacred Mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

5 March then in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still

And let the prospect cheer your hearts,
While trav'lling up the hill.

CCCXII. L. M. NEW SEL.
God thinking on his saints.

1 BOTH poor and needy, Lord, am I,
Therefore to thee my soul doth cry,
Dear Saviour, canst thou think upon
A helpless, weak, unworthy worm.
2 My wants are many; great indeed,
And sore and pressing is my need :
Oh! think on me, and bear me up,
Jesus, the sinner's only prop.
3 Ah, Lord! I feel my poverty,
My wretchedness and misery:
Blest evidence, by this I'm taught
The Lord in truth on me hath thought.
4 Dear Father, condescend to hear
My heart's request and fervent pray'r;
As thou hast thought on worthless me,
Help my poor soul to think on thee.

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