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4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song;
Say why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 1 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy soul-cheering presence restore; Thy feeble worm, my God!
Or take me unto thee on high, My spirit dreads thine angry look,
Where winter and clouds are no more And trembles at thy rod. 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak,
HYMN XLVII. Regard my heavy groans ;
The Believer's Safety. Psalm xci. O, let thy voice of comfort speak,
1 INCARNATE God! the soul that knows And heal my broken bones.
Thy name's mysterious power, 3 By day, my busy beating head
Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose, Is fill'd with anxious fears;
Nor fear the trying hour. By night, upon my restless bed,
2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love, I weep a flood of tears.
To feeble helpless worms, 4 Thus I sit desolate and mourn,
A buckler and a refuge prove Mine eyes grow dull with grief;
From enemies and storms. How long, my Lord, ere thou return,
3 In vain the fowler spreads his net, And bring my soul relief?
To draw them from thy care; 5 0, come and show thy power to save, Thy timely call instructs their feet And spare my fainting breath ;
To shun their artful snare. For who can praise thee in the grave, 4 When like a baneful pestilence, Or sing thy name in death?
Sin mows its thousands down 6 Satan, my cruel envious foe,
On ev'ry side, without defence,
Thy grace secures thine own.
No arrow wounds by day; 7 But hence thou enemy, depart!
Unhurt on serpents they shall tread, Nor tempt me to despair;
If found in duty's way.
And bear them in their arms,
To cheer their spirit when it faints,
And guard their life from harms.
To them that love his name; 1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame. Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 8 Crosses and charges are their lot, flowers,
Long as they sojourn here;
But since their Saviour changes not, The midsummer sun shines but dim,
What have the saints to fear?
ANOTHER. 2 His name yields the richest perfume,
1 That man no guard or weapon needs, And sweeter than music his voice;
Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows; His presence disperses my gloom,
But safe may pass, if duty leads,
Through burning sands or mountain-snows I should, were he always thus nigh, 2 Releas'd from guilt, he feels no fear; Have nothing to wish or to fear;
Redemption is his shield and tower: No mortal so happy as I,
He sees his Saviour always near, My summer would last all the year. To help in ev'ry trying hour. 2 Content with beholding his face,
3 Though I am weak, and Satan strong, My all to his pleasure resign’d,
And often to assault me tries;
When Jesus is my shield and song,
Secure whatever change
Whether I go to east or
With him I still shall !
5 If plac'd beneath the northern pole,
Though winter reigns with rigour there,
And make a spring throughout the year: 6 Or if the desert's sun-burnt soil,
My lonely dwelling e'er should prove;
4 The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,
And ask him still for more.
No works have I to boast;
That I shall owe him most.
HYMN LI. He led them by a right way. Psalm cvii. 7.
Dwelling in Mesech. Psalm cxx. 5-7
1 What a mournful life is mine, 1 When Israel was from Egypt freed,
Fillid with crosses, pains, and cares! The Lord, who brought them out,
Ev'ry work defiled with sin,
Ev'ry step beset with snares! 2 To enter Canaan soon they hop'd,
2 If alone ) pensive sit,
I myself can hardly bear;
If I pass along the street,
Sin and riot triumph there. And Pharaoh march'd behind. 3 The desert filld them with alarms,
3 Jesus ! how my heart is pain'd, For water and for food;
How it mourns for souls deceiv'd!
When I hear thy name profan’d,
When I see thy Spirit griev'd. 4 They often murmur'd by the way,
4 When thy children's griefs I view,
Their distress becomes my own;
All I hear, or see, or do,
Makes me tremble, weep, and groan. 5 In the Red Sea, that stopp'd them first,
5 Mourning thus I long had been, Their enemies were drown'd;
When I heard my Saviour's voice:
“Thou hast cause to mourn for sin, The rocks gave water for their thirst, And manna spread the ground.
But in me thou may'st rejoice.” 6 By fire and cloud their way was shown
6 This kind word dispell’d my grief,
Put to silence my complaints :
Though of sinners I am chief,
He has rank’d me with his saints. 7 The way was right their hearts to prove,
7 Though constrain’d to dwell a while To make God's glory known;
Where the wicked strive and brawl, And show his wisdom, power, and love,
Let them frown, so he but smile,
Heaven will make amends for all. Engag'd to save his own. 8 Just so, the true believer's path,
8 There, believers, we shall rest, Through many dangers lies;
Free from sorrow, sin, and fears; Though dark to sense, 'tis right to faith,
Nothing shall our peace molest, And leads us to the skies.
Through eternal rounds of years.
See our Captain looking down;
He will make the conquest sure,
My soul, what canst thou give ? 2 Alas! from such a heart as mine,
HYMN LII. What can I bring him forth?
Wisdom. Chap. viii. 22–31. My best is stain'd and dyed with sin, 1 ERE God had built the mountains, My all is nothing worth.
Or rais'd the fruitful hills; 3 Yet this acknowledgment I 'll make Before he fill'd the fountains For all he has bestowed,
That feed the running rills; Salvation's sacred cup I 'll take,
In me, from everlasting, And call upon my God.
The wonderful 1 AM,
Found pleasures never wasting,
And Wisdom is my name.
• Exod. xiii. 17.
2 When, like a tent to dwell in,
Vanity of Life* Chap. i. 2.
1 The evils that beset our path, Myself the Father's pleasure,
Who can prevent or cure! And mine the sons of men.
We stand upon the brink of death,
When most we seem secure. 3 Thus Wisdom's words discover Thy glory and thy grace,
2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, Thou everlasting lover
It soon may be withdrawn; Of our unworthy race!
Some change may plunge us in distress Thy gracious eye surveyed us,
Before to-morrow's dawn. Ere stars were seen above;
3 Disease and pain invade our health, In wisdom thou hast made us,
And find an easy prey; And died for us in love.
And oft, when least expected, wealth 4 And couldst thou be delighted
Takes wings and flies away. With creatures such as we!
4 A fever or a blow can shake Who, when we saw thee, slighted,
Our wisdom's boasted rule, And nail'd thee to a tree?
And of the brightest genius make Unfathomable wonder,
A madman or a fool. And mystery divine!
5 The gourds from which we look for fruit, The voice that speaks in thunder,
Produce us only pain;
A worm unseen attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain.
Than such a world can give; 1 One there is, above all others,
Wretched they are, and blind, and poor, Well deserves the name of Friend;
And dying while they live. His is love beyond a brother's,
7 Since sin has fill'd the earth with woe, Costly, free, and knows no end :
And creatures fade and die; They who once his kindness prove, Lord, wean our hearts from things below, Find it everlasting love.
And fix our hopes on high. 2 Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed their blood !
Vanity of the World. Ibid.
1 God gives his mercies to be spent; Jesus is a friend in need.
Your hoard will do your soul no good ; 3 Men, when rais'd to lofty stations,
Gold is a blessing only lent, Often know their friends no more;
Repaid by giving others food. Slight and scorn their poor relations, 2 The world's esteem is but a bribe ; Though they valued them before;
To buy their peace you sell your own; But our Saviour always owns
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe, Those whom he redeem'd with groans. Who hate you while they make you known. 4 When he liv'd on earth abased,
3 The joy that vain amusements give, Friend of sinners was his name;
Oh ! sad conclusion that it brings! Now above all glory raised,
The honey of a crowded hive, He rejoices in the same:
Defended by a thousand stings. Stili he calls them brethren, friends, 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools And to all their wants attends.
That live upon her treacherous smiles; 5 Could we bear from one another
She leads them blindfold by her rules, What he daily bears from us;
And ruins all whom she beguiles. Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
5 God knows the thousands who go down Loves us though we treat him thus:
From pleasure into endless woe; Though for good we render ill,
And with a long despairing groan, He accounts us brethren still.
Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 O for grace our hearts to soften!
6 O fearful thought! be timely wise ; Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often,
Delight but in a Saviour's charms;
And God shall take you to the skies, What a friend we have above:
C. But when home our souls are brought,
Embrac'd in everlasting arms. We will love thee as we ought.
* Book II. Hynın vi.
6 Weak is the effort of my heart, Vanity of the Creature Sanctified. Ibid.
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art, 1 Honey though the bee prepares, An envenom'd sting it wears;
I'll praise thee as I ought. Piercing thorns a guard compose
7 Till then I would thy love proclaim Round the fragrant blooming rose.
With ev'ry fleeting breath; 2 Where we think to find a sweet,
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death!
HYMN LVIII. Why do agony and woe
O Lord, I will praise Thee! Chap. xii. From our choicest comforts grow?
1 I will praise thee ev'ry day, 4 Sin has been the cause of all !
Now thine anger's turn'd away! 'Twas not thus before the fall;
Comfortable thoughts arise What but pain, and thorn, and sting, From the bleeding sacrifice. From the root of sin can spring?
2 Here, in the fair gospel-field, 5 Now with every good we find
Wells of free salvation yield Vanity and grief entwined;
Streams of life a plenteous store, What we feel, or what we fear,
And my soul shall thirst no more. All our joys embitter here.
3 Jesus is become at length 6 Yet, through the Redeemer's love,
My salvation and my strength; These afflictions blessings prove;
And his praises shall prolong, He the wounding stings and thorns
While I live, my pleasant song. Into healing med’cines turns.
4 Praise ye, then, his glorious name, 7 From the earth our hearts they wean,
Publish his exalted fame! Teach us on his arm to lean,
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.
5 Raise again the joyful sound, 8 In the mansions of our King,
Let the nations roll it round ! Sweets abound without a sting;
Zion shout, for this is he: Thornless there the roses blow,
God, the Saviour, dwells in thee. C. And the joys unmingled flow.
The Refuge, River, and Rock of the Church. SOLOMON'S SONG.
Chap. xxxii. 2.
1 He who on earth as man was known, HYMN LVII.
And bore our sins and pains,
Now seated on the eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide,
With an unerring skill;
And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey his sovereign will. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
3 While harps unnumber'd sound his praise, And calms the troubled breast;
In yonder world above; "Tis manna to the hungry soul,
His saints on earth admire his ways, And to the weary rest.
And glory in his love. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, 4 His righteousness to faith reveald, My shield and hiding-place:
Wrought out for guilty worms, My never-faiiing treasury, fill'd
Affords a hiding-place and shield With boundless stores of grace.
From enemies and storms. 4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 5 This land, through which his pilgrims go, Although with sin defild;
Is desolate and dry; Satan accuses me in vain,
But streams of grace from him o'erflow, And I am own'd a child.
Their thirst to satisfy.
Beat heavy on their head,
And find a pleasing shade.
7 How glorious he, how happy they
I have wrought out full salvation; In such a glorious Friend!
Sinner, look to me, and live. Whose love secures them all the way
2 "Pore upon your sins no longer, And crowns them at the end.
Well I know their mighty guilt;
But my love than death is stronger
I my blood have freely spilt:
Though your heart has long been harden'd,
Look on me,-it soft shall grow; 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,t Past transgressions shall be pardon'd, Zion, city of our God !
And I'll wash you white as snow. He, whose word cannot be broken,
3 “I have seen what you were doing, Form'd thee for his own abode:I
Though you little thought of me; On the Rock of ages founded,
You were madly bent on ruin, What can shake thy sure repose ?
But I said, It shall not be : With salvation's walls surrounded,||
You had been for ever wretched, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Had not I espous'd your part; 2 See! the streams of living waters,
Now behold my arms outstretched
To receive you to my heart.
4 “Well may shame, and joy, and wonder, Who can faint when such a river,
All your inward passions move: Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
I could crush thee with my thunder Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
But I speak to thee in love: Never fails from age to age.
See! your sins are all forgiven, 3 Round each habitation hov'ring,
I have paid the countless sum; See the cloud and fire appear
Now my death has open'd heaven,
Thither you For a glory and a cov'ring,
shall shortly come.” Showing that the Lord is near;
5 Dearest Saviour, we adore thee Thus deriving, from their banner,
For thy precious life and death; Light by night, and shade by day:
Melt each stubborn heart before thee, Safe they feed upon the manna
Give us all the eye of faith : Which he gives them when they pray.
From the law's condemning sentence, 4 Bless'd inhabitants of Zion,
To thy mercy we appeal; Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood!
Thou alone canst give repentance, Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
Thou alone our souls canst heal.
The good Physician.
1 How lost was my condition, 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city
Till Jesus made me whole! I through grace a member am,
There is but one Physician Let the world deride or pity,
Can cure a sin-sick soul. I will glory in thy name:
Next door to death he found me, Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
And snatch'd me from the grave',
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.
2 The worst of all diseases
Is light compar'd with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness, -all combin’d; 1 As the serpent raised by Mosesti
And none but a believer,
The least relief can find.
3 From men great skill professing Hear his gracious invitation,
I thought a cure to gain ; “I have life and peace to give,
But this proved more distressing
And added to my pain. Book II. Hymn xxiv.
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
† Psal. Ixxxvii. 3. 1 Psal. cxxxii. 14.
8 Matth. xvi. 18.
Some gave me up for lost:
Thus every refuge fail'd me, * Isaiah iv. 5, 6.
It Rev. i.6. 11 Nunvers xxi. 9.
And all my hopes were cross'd. VOL. II.