HYMN 226. L. M.
Bath, Luton, Wells.
Trust in God. Hab. iii. 17, 18.
THE God of my salvation lives ; My nobler life he will sustain ;
His word immortal vigor gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain. 2 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, Tho' every earthly comfort die ; Thy smile can bid my pains depart, And raise my sacred pleasures high. 3 Oh, let me hear thy blissful voice, Inspiring life and joy divine! The barren desert shall rejoice ; 'Tis Paradise, if thou art mine!
St. Thomas, Shirland.
IVE to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismay'd;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears; He shall lift up thy head.
2 Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears the way; Wait thou his time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart ?- Still sink thy spirits down ?-
Cast off the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone.
4 What tho' thou rulest not! Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell Proclaim, that "God is on the throne, And ruleth all things well.”
Newcastle, Devonshire.
I will trust. Isa. xii. 2.
B My Saviour is near;
EGONE, unbelief!
And for my relief Will surely appear: By pray'r let me wrestle, And he will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.
2 Determin'd to save, He watch'd o'er my path, When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with death : And can he have taught me To trust in his name, And thus far have brought me To put me to shame?
3 Why should I complain Of want or distress, Temptation or pain? He told me no less: The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, Thro' much tribulation, Must follow their Lord.
4 Tho' dark be my way, Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, "Tis his to provide;
His way was much rougher, And darker than mine; Did Jesus thus suffer, And shall I repine?
5 His love, in time past, Forbids me to think He'll leave me at last In trouble to sink: Tho' painful at present, "Twill cease before long, And then, Oh, how pleasant The conqueror's song!
Green's Hundredth, Islington.
True wisdom. Prov. iii. 13.
HAPPY the man, who finds the grace, The blessing of God's chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above, And faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flow'ry paths are peace; Wisdom to silver we prefer,
And gold is dross compar'd with her. 3 Happy the man, who wisdom gains, In whose obedient heart she reigns; He owns, and will forever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heav'n are one.
Mear, Abridge.
Zeal-true and false.
EAL is that pure and heav'nly flame, The fire of love supplies;
While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise.
2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.
3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace:
But self contends for names and forms, Its party to increase.
4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim, Its end is satisfy'd,
If sinners love the Saviour's name, Nor seeks it aught beside.
5 But self, however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view; And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd, "Come, see what I can do."
6 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone, And from our hearts remove : And let no zeal by us be shown, But that which springs from love.
Vanhall's Hymn, Leeds.
Warfare. Eph. vi. 13—17.
ESUS, my King, proclaims the war; "Awake, the pow'rs of hell are near "To arms, to arms!" I hear him cry, ""Tis yours to conquer or to die."
2 Rous'd by the animating sound, I cast my eager eyes around; Make haste to gird my armour on, And bid each trembling fear be gone. Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, The word of God the sword I wield; With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart. `4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, Resolv'd to put my foes to flight; While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conqu❜ring banner o'er my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust;
His bleeding cross is all my boast; Thro' troops of foes he'll lead me on To vict❜ry and the victor's crown.
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