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Who hast eternal life secur'd
The Disciples at Sea.* Chap. vi. 16–21. By promise and by blood.
I CONSTRAIN'D by their Lord to embark, 5 The help of men and angels join'd
And venture without him to sea,

Could never reach my case,
The season tempestuous and dark,

Nor can I hope relief to find How griev'd the disciples must be!

But in thy boundless grace. But though he remaind on the shore, 6 No voice but thine can give me rest, He spent the night for them in prayer; And bid my fears depart, They still were as safe as before,

No love but thine can make me blest, And equally under his care.

And satisfy my heart. 2 They strove, though in vain, for a while, 7 What anguish has that question stirrid The force of the waves to withstand;

If I will also go?
But when they were wearied with toil, Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,
They saw their dear Saviour at hand.

I humbly answer, No.
They gladly received him on board,
His presence their spirits reviv'd,
The sea became calm at his word,

HYMN CXVI. And soon at their port they arriv'd. The Resurrection and the Life. Chap. xi. 25. 3 We, like the disciples, are toss'd

1 “I am,” saith Christ, “your glorious Head, By storms on a perilous deep,

(May we attention give!) But cannot be possibly lost,

The resurrection of the dead, For Jesus has charge of the ship.

The life of all that live. Though billows and winds are enrag'd,

2 " By faith in me the soul receives And threaten to make us their sport,

New life, though dead before ; This pilot his word has engag'd

And he that in my name believes, To bring us in safety to port.

Shall live, to die no more. 4 If sometimes we struggle alone,

3 “The sinner, sleeping in his grave, And he is withdrawn from our view,

Shall at my voice awake; It makes us more willing to own

And when I once begin to save,
We nothing without him can do:

My work I ne'er forsake.”
Then Satan our hopes would assail,
But Jesus is still within call;

4 Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord,

On us assembled here;
And when our poor efforts quite fail,
He comes in good time, and does all.

Put forth thy Spirit with the word,

And cause the dead to hear. 5 Yet, Lord, we are ready to shrink, Unless we thy presence perceive;

5 Preserve the power of faith alive

In those who love thy name;
O save us, we cry, or we sink,
We would, but we cannot believe.

For sin and Satan daily strive
The night has been long and severe,

To quench the sacred flame. The winds and the seas are still high;

6 Thy power and mercy first prevail'd, Dear Saviour, this moment appear,

From death to set us free; And say to our souls, “It is I!"

And often since our life had fail'd,

If not renew'd by thee.

7 To thee we look, to thee we bow, HYMN CXV.

To thee for help we call; Will ye also go away? Chap. vi. 67–69.

Our life and resurrection thou, 1 When any turn from Zion's way,

Our hope, our joy, our all. (Alas! what numbers do!) Methinks I hear my Saviour say,

HYMN CXVII. Wilt thou forsake me too?" 2 Ah! Lord, with such a heart as mine,

Weeping Mary. Chap. xx. 11-16. Unless thou hold me fast,

1 Mary to her Saviour's tomb I feel I must, I shall decline,

Hasted at the early dawn; And prove like em at last.

Spice she brought, and sweet perfume; 3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know,

But the Lord she lov'd was gone. To save a wretch like me:

For a while she weeping stood, To whom, or whither could I go,

Struck with sorrow and surprise, If I should turn from thee?

Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,

For her heart supplied her eyes. 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd, Thou art the Christ of God,

2 Jesus, who is always near,

Though too often unperceiv'd,

Came, his drooping child to cheer,
* Book II. Hymn lxxxvii.
Book III Hymn xviii.

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Though at first she knew him not, 3 Could my heart so hard remain,
When he call'd her by her name,

Prayer a task and burden prove,
Then her griefs were all forgot,

Ev'ry trifle give me pain, For she found he was the same.

If I knew a Saviour's love? 3 Grief and sighing quickly filed,

4 When I turn my eyes within, When she heard his welcome voice; All is dark, and vain, and wild; Just before she thought him dead,

Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Now he bids her heart rejoice.

Can I deem myself a child?
What a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day!

5 If I pray, or hear, or read,

Sin is mix'd with all I do; You who weep for Jesu's sake,

You that love the Lord indeed, He will wipe your tears away.

Tell me, is it thus with you? 4 He who came to comfort her, When she thought her all was lost,

6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Will for you relief appear,

Find my sin a grief and thrall:

Should I grieve for what I feel,
Though you now are tempest-toss'd,

If I did not love at all ?
On his word your burden cast,
On his love your thoughts employ;

7 Could I joy his saints to meet, Weeping for a while may last,

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, But the morning brings the joy.

Find at times the promise sweet,

If I did not love the Lord ?

8 Lord, decide the doubtful case:

Thou, who art thy people's sun,
Lovest thou me? Chap. xxi. 16. Shine upon thy work of grace,

If it be indeed begun. 1 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord,

9 Let me love thee more and more, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,

If I love at all, I pray;

If I have not lov'd before, Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?

Help me to begin to-day. 2 “I deliver'd thee when bound,

And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound;
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
Turnd thy darkness into light.

3 “ Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?

Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

The Death of Stephen. Chap. vii. 54-60 4 “ Mine is an unchanging love,

1 As some tall rock amidst the waves, Higher than the heights above,

The fury of the tempest braves, Deeper than the depths beneath,

While the fierce billows, tossing high, Free and faithful, strong as death,

Break at its foot, and, murm'ring, die: 5 “Thou shalt see my glory soon,

2 Thus they who in the Lord confide, When the work of grace is done,

Though foes assault on ev'ry side, Partner of my throne shalt be,

Cannot be mov'd or overthrown, Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"

For Jesus makes their cause his own. 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,

3 So faithful Stephen, undismayed, That my love is weak and faint;

The malice of the Jews surveyed: Yet I love thee and adore:

The holy joy which fill'd his breast O for grace to love thee more! C. A lustre on his face impress'd.

4. “Behold!” he said, “the world of light

Is open'd to my strengthen’d sight;

My glorious Lord appears in view,

That Jesus whom ye lately slew.” 1 'Tis a point I long to know,

5 With such a friend and witness near, Oft it causes anxious thought,

No form of death could make him fear; Do I love the Lord or no?

Calm, amidst showers of stones, he knecls, Am I his, or am I not?

And only for his murd'rers feels. 2 If I love, why am I thus?

6 May we, by faith, perceive thee thus, Why this dull and lifeless frame ?

Dear Saviour, ever near to us! Hardly, sure, can they be worse,

This sightour peace through life shall keep, Who have never heard his name.

And death be fear'd no more than sleep.

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All his chains and fetters burst, The Rebel's Surrender to Grace. Lord,

Ev'ry door wide open flew: what wilt thou have me to do? Chap. ix. 6.

Peter thought he dream'd at first,

But found the vision true. 1 LORD, thou hast won, at length I yield; 3 Thus the Lord can make a way My heart, by mighty grace compellid,

To bring his saints relief; Surrenders all to thee;

Theirs it is to wait and pray, Against thy terrors long I strove,

In spite of unbelief. But who can stand against thy love?

He can break through walls of stone, Love conquers even me.

Sink the mountain to a plain ; 2 All that a wretch could do I tried,

They to whom his name is known,
Thy patience scorn'd, thy power defied, Can never pray in vain.
And trampled on thy laws;

4 Thus, in chains of guilt and sin, Scarcely thy martyrs at the stake,

Poor sinners sleeping lie; Could stand more steadfast for thy sake,

No alarm is felt within, Than I in Satan's cause.

Although condemn'd to die; 3 But since thou hast thy love reveald

Till, descending from above, And shown my soul a pardon seal'd,

(Mercy smiling in his eyes) I can resist no more;

Jesus, with a voice of love, Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed?

Awakes, and bids them rise. Canst thou for such a rebel plead ?

5 Glad the summons they obey, I wonder and adore !

And liberty desire; 4 If thou had'st bid thy thunders roll, Straight their fetters melt away, And lightnings flash, to blast my soul,

Like wax before the fire: I still had stubborn been:

By the word of him who died, But mercy has my heart subdu'd,

Guilty prisoners to release, A bleeding Saviour I have view'd,

Every door flies


wide, And now I hate my sin.

And they depart in peace.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
Come, take possession of thine own,

For thou hast set me free;

The trembling Gaoler. Chap. xvi. 29—31. Releas'd from Satan's hard command,

1 A BELIEVER free from care, See all my powers waiting stand,

May in chains or dungeons sing, To be employed by thee.

If the Lord be with him there, 6 My will conform’d to thine would move; And be happier than a king: On thee my hope, desire, and love,

Paul and Silas thus confin'd,
In fix'd attention join;

Though their backs were torn by whips,
My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Yet, possessing peace of mind,
Have Satan's servants been too long,

Sung his praise with joyful lips.
But now they shall be thine.

2 Suddenly the prison shook, 7 And can I be the very same,

Open flew the iron doors; Who lately durst blaspheme thy name, And the gaoler, terror-struck, And on thy gospel tread?

Now his captives, help implores: Surely each one who hears my case, Trembling at their feet he fell, Will praise thee, and confess thy grace “Tell me, Sirs, what must I do, Invincible indeed!

To be saved from guilt and hell?

None can tell me this but you."

3 “Look to Jesus," they replied;

“If on him thou canst believe,
Peter released from Prison.

By the death which he hath died,
Chap. xii. 5–8.

Thou salvation shalt receive." 1 FERVENT persevering prayers

While the living word he heard,
Are faith's assur'd resource;

Faith sprang up within his heart;
Brazen gates and iron bars

And, releas'd from all he fear'd,
In vain withstand their force.

In their joy his soul had part.
Peter, when in prison cast,

4 Sinners, Christ is still the same, Though by soldiers kept with care,

O that you could likewise fear!
the doors were bolted fast,

Then the mention of his name
Was soon releas’d by prayer.

Would be music to your ear: 2 While he slept, an angel came,

Jesus rescues Satan's slaves,
And spread a light around,

His dear wounds still plead, “Forgive!" Touch'd, and calld him by his name,

Jesus to the utmost saves;
And rais'd him from the ground.

Sinners, look to him and live.


7 Their passage lies across the brink The Exorcists. Chap. xix. 13—16.

Of many a threatening wave; I When the apostle wonders wrought,

The world expects to see them sink, And heal'd the sick in Jesu's name,

But Jesus lives to save. The sons of Sceva vainly thought

8 Lord, though we are but feeble worms, That they had power to do the same.

Yet since thy word is past, 2 On one possess'd they tried their art,

We'll venture through a thousand storms, And, naming Jesus preached by Paul,

To see thy face at last.
They charg'd the spirit to depart,
Expecting he'd obey their call.

3 The spirit answered with a mock,
s Jesus I know, and Paul I know;

HYMN CXXVI. [ must have gone if Paul had spoke:

The good that I would, I do not. But who are ye that bid me go?

Chap. vii. 19. 4 With fury then the man he fillid,

1 I would, but cannot sing, Who on the poor pretenders flew;

Guilt has untun'd my voice; Naked and wounded, almost kill'd,

The serpent's sin-envenom'd sting They fled in all the people's view.

Has poison'd all my joys. 5 Jesus! that name pronounc'd by faith, 2 I know the Lord is nigh, Is full of wonder-working power;

And would, but cannot pray; It conquers Satan, sin, and death,

For Satan meets me when I try, And cheers in trouble's darkest hour.

And frights my soul away. 6 But they who are not born again,

3 I would, but can't repent, Know nothing of it but the sound;

Though I endeavour oft; They do not take his name in vain,

This stony heart can ne'er relent, When most their zeal and pains abound. Till Jesus make it soft. 7 Satan their vain attempts derides,

4 I would, but cannot love, Whether they talk, or pray, or preach; Though wooed by love divine; Long as the love of sin abides,

No arguments have power to move His power is safe beyond their reach.

A soul so base as mine. 8 But you, believers, may rejoice,

5 I would, but cannot rest,
Satan well knows your mighty Friend; In God's most holy will;
He trembles at your Saviour's voice, I know what he appoints is best,
And owns he cannot gain his end.

Yet murmur at it still.

6 Oh could I but believe!

Then all would easy be:
Paul's Voyage. Chap. xxvii.

I would, but cannot-Lord, relieve; 1 If Paul in Cæsar's court must stand,

My help must come from thee! He need not fear the sea;

7 But if indeed I would, Secur'd from harm on every hand

Though I can nothing do; By the divine decree.

Yet the desire is something good, 2 Although the ship in which he sail'd

For which my praise is due. By dreadful storms was toss'd;

8 By nature prone to ill, The promise over all prevail'd,

Till thine appointed hour, And not a life was lost.

I was as destitute of will, 3 Jesus, the God whom Paul ador'd,

As now I am of power. *Who saves in time of need,

9 Wilt thou not crown at length Was then confess'c, by all on board,

The work thou hast begun? A present help indeed!

And with a will, afford me strength, 4 Though neither sun nor stars were seen.

In all thy ways to run ?
Paul knew the Lord was near!
And faith preserv'd his soul serene,

When others shook for fear.

Salvation drawing nearer. Chap. xiii. 5 Believers thus are toss'd about,

1 DARKNESS Overspreads us here, On life's tempestuous main;

But the night wears fast away; But grace assures, beyond a doubt

Jacob's Star will soon appear, They shall their port attain.

Leading on eternal day! 6 They must, they shall appear one day, Now 'tis time to rouse from sleep, Before their Saviour's throne;

Trim our lamps, and stand prepard The storms they meet with by the way, For our Lord strict watch to keep, But make his power known.

Lest he find us off our guard.

2 Let his people courage take,

While earth and hell, with force combin'd, Bear with a submissive mind

Assault and terrify my mind: All they suffer for his sake,

2 What strength have I against such foes, Rich amends they soon will find :

Such hosts and legions to oppose ? He will wipe away their tears,

Alas! I tremble, faint, and fall; Near himself appoint their lot;

Lord, save me, or I give up all. All their sorrows, pains, and fears,

3 Thus sorely press'd I sought the Lord, Quickly then will be forgot. 3 Though already sav'd by grace,

To give me some sweet cheering word;

Again I sought, and yet again;
From the hour we first believ'd;

I waited long but not in vain.
Yet while sin and war have place,
We have but a part receiv'd;

4 Oh! 'twas a cheering word indeed! Still we for salvation wait,

Exactly suited to my need;

“Sufficient for thee is my grace; Every hour it nearer comes ! Death will break the prison gate,

Thy weakness my great power displays.” And admit us to our homes.

5 Now I despond and mourn no more, 4 Sinners, what can you expect?

I welcome all I fear'd before; You who now the Saviour dare,

Though weak, I'm strong, though troubled, Break his laws, his grace reject,

blest, You must stand before his bar!

For Christ's own power shall on me rest. Tremble, lest he say, Depart!

6 My grace would soon exhausted be, Oh the horrors of that sound!

But his is boundless as the sea; Lord, make every careless heart

Then let me boast, with holy Paul, Seek thee while thou may'st be found. That I am nothing, Christ is all.




HYMN CXXX. That Rock was Christ. Chap. x. 4.

The inward Warfare. Chap. v. 17. 1 When Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst,

1 STRANGE and mysterious is my life, Forth from the rock the waters burst, What opposites I feel within! And all their future journey through

A stable peace, a constant strife; Yielded them drink, and gospel too!

The rule of grace, the power of sin: 2 In Moses' rod a type they saw

Too often I am captive led, Of his severe and fiery law;

Yet daily triumph in Head.

my The smitten rock prefigur'd him (stream. 2 I prize the privilege of prayer,

From whose pierc'd side all blessings But oh! what backwardness to pray! 3 But, ah, the types were all too faint,

Though on the Lord I cast my care, His sorrows or his worth to paint;

I feel its burden every day; Slight was the stroke of Moses' rod,

I seek his will in all I do, But he endur'd the wrath of God.

Yet find my own is working too. 4 Their outward rock could feel no pain,

3 I call the promises my own, But ours was wounded, torn, and slain; And prize them more than mines of gold; The rock gave but a watery flood,

Yet though their sweetness I have known, But Jesus pour'd forth streams of blood. They leave me unimpress'd and cold : 5 The earth is like their wilderness,

One hour upon the truth I feed, A land of drought and sore distress;

The next I know not what I read. • Without one stream from pole to pole, 4 I love the holy day of rest, To satisfy a thirsty soul.

When Jesus meets his gather'd saints : 6 But let the Saviour's praise resound; Sweet day, of all the week the best! In him refreshing streams are found;

For its return my spirit pants; Which pardon, strength, and comfort give, Yet often, through my unbelief

, And thirsty sinners drink and live.

It proves a day of guilt and grief.

5 While on my Saviour I rely,

I know my foes shall lose their aim,
And therefore dare their power defy,

Assurd of conquest through his name;

But soon my confidence is slain, My Grace is sufficient for thee. Chap. xii. 9. And all my fears return again. 1 OPPRESS'D with unbelief and sin, 6 Thus diff'rent powers within me strive,

Fightings without, and fears within ; And grace and sin by turns prevail;

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