Almighty to rescue thou art; Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r; Come, succor and gladden my heart, Let this be the day of thy pow'r. HYMN 242. L. M. Forsaken, yet hoping. 1HAPPY WATTS. APPY the hours, the golden days, When I could call my Jesus mine; And sit, and view his smiling face, And melt in pleasures all divine. 2 Near to my heart, within my arms He lay, till sin defil'd my breast: Till broken vows, and earthly charms, Tir'd and provok'd my heav'nly guest. 3 But now he's gone, (O mighty wo!) Gone from my scul, and hides his love! I hate the sins that griev'd him so; The sins that forc'd him to remove. HYMN 243. C. M. NEWTON. O that I were as in months past. Job. xxix. 2. 1 SWEET was the time, when first I felt Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt, 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd, 3 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, 4 But now when ev'ning shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 5 My pray'rs are now an empty noise, I read the promise meets my eyes, 6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail, זי HYMN 244 L. M. NEWTON. Prayer answered by crosses. ASK'D the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace ; Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust, has answer'd pray'r ; But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair. 3 I hop'd that in some favor'd hour, 5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my wo; Cross'd all the fair designs Í schem'd, Blasted my hopes, and laid me low. 6"Lord, why is this," I trembling cry'd, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death ?" ""Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith: "These inward trials I employ, From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me.' 1 1HOW HYMN 245. C. M. Backsliding and returning,, OW far, alas, in sinful ways, How far from God I've gone And now I mourn in painful laysAh! Lord, what have I done! 2 To sin and Satan's bold demand, I was a willing prey; He was not readier to command, 3 Perchance the tempter left my heart, 'D' HYMN 246. C. M. EAR Jesus, let thy pitying eye 3 Almighty Prince, enthron'd above, Grant, thro' the greatness of thy love, The humble, contrite heart. 4 Give, what I should have long implor'd, A taste of love unknown; Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, 195 5 Behold me, Saviour, from above, For life, and happiness, and love, 6 Speak but the reconciling word; Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord, HYMN 247. C. M. 1 'B' NEWTON. LEST Saviour, by thy pow'rful word, And thy salvation joy restor❜d, Which I had sinn'd away. 2 'Twas then I wonder'd and ador'd I felt thy love, I prais'd the Lord, 3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own May I not still approach thy throne, 4 Lord, speak that gracious word again, And cheer my drooping heart; No voice but thine can soothe my pair, Or bid my fears depart. |