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Manasseh with blood Jerusalem fill'd ;* In evil long harden'd The Lord he defied; Yet he too was pardon'd When mercy he cried. 7 Of sinners the chief, And viler than ali, The jailor or thief, Manasseh or Saul; Since they were forgiven, Why should I despair, While Christ is in heaven, And still answers prayer.

HYMN X.

The Waiting Soul.

1 BREATHE from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!

2 I wish, thou know'st, to be resign'd,
And wait with patient hope;
But hope delayed fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.

3 Help me to reach the distant goal,
Confirm my feeble knee,
Pity the sickness of a soul

That faints for love of thee.

4 Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet since I feel it so

It yields some hope of life divine,
Within, however low.

5 I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar,
And ev'ry door is shut but one,
And that is mercy's door.

6 There, till the dear Deliv'rer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;
And when he calls his exile home,
The Lord shall find him there.

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14 Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place, I know no force can tear me from thy side; Unmov'd I then may all accusers face, And answer ev'ry charge with "Jesus died."

5 Yes, thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, and die,

Well hast thou known what fierce temptations mean;

Such was thy love; and now, enthron'd on high,

The same compassions in thy bosom reign. 6 Lord, give me faith:-he hears: what grace is this!

Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to
grieve;

He shows me what he did, and who he is,
I must, I will, I can, I do believe.

HYMN XII.

ANOTHER.

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat
Where Jesus answers prayer,
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And, such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd,

By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place!
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, "Thou hast died." 5 O wond'rous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name. 6"Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, My promis'd grace receive :" "Tis Jesus speaks-I must, I will, I can, I do believe.

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HYMN XVII.]

4 He speaks-obedient to his call Our warm affections move; Did he but shine alike on all,

Then all alike would love.

CONFLICT.

5 Then love in every heart would reign,
And war would cease to roar;
And cruel and blood-thirsty men
Would thirst for blood no more.

6 Such Jesus is, and such his grace,
O may he shine on you !*
And tell him, when you see his face,
I long to see him too.

HYMN XIV.

Rest for Weary Souls. 1 Does the gospel-word proclaim Rest for those who weary be?t Then, my soul, put in thy claim, Sure that promise speaks to thee; Marks of grace I cannot show, All polluted is my best; Yet I weary am, I know, And the weary long for rest. 2 Burden'd with a load of sin, Harass'd with tormenting doubt, Hourly conflicts from within, Hourly crosses from without: All my little strength is gone, Sink I must without supply; Sure upon the earth is none Can more weary be than I. 3 In the ark the weary dovet

Found a welcome resting-place; Thus my spirit longs to prove Rest in Christ, the ark of grace. Tempest-toss'd I long have been, And the flood increases fast; Open, Lord, and take me in, Till the storm be overpast. 4 Safely lodg'd within thy breast, What a wondrous change I find! Now I know thy promised rest Can compose a troubled mind: You that weary are, like me, Hearken to the gospel call; To the ark for refuge flee, Jesus will receive you all!

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Gen. viii. 9.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,*

And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

HYMN XVI. Welcome Cross.

1 'Tis my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.

2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way;
Might I not with reason fear,
I should prove a cast-away,
Bastards may escape the rod,f
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not, would not, if he might.

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2 What are the mines of shining wealth,
The strength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compar'd with those
Thine everlasting word bestows.

3 Long unafflicted, undismayed,
In pleasure's path secure I strayed;

John xiii. 7,

↑ Heb. xii. &

Thou mad'st me feel thy chast'ning rod,*
And straight I turn'd unto my God.
4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,
I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart;
It taught my tears a while to flow,
But sav'd me from eternal woe.

5 Oh! had'st thou left me unchastis'd,
Thy precepts I had still despis'd;
And still the snare in secret laid,
Had my unwary feet betrayed.
6 I love thee, therefore, O my God!
And breathe towards thy dear abode,
Where in thy presence fully blest,
Thy chosen saints for ever rest.

HYMN XVIII. Temptation.

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1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call, My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord! the pilot's part perform,

And guide and guard me thro' the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Control the waves, say, "Peace be still." 3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,

My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care
Is all that saves me from despair.
4 Dangers of every shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

5 Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again. C.

HYMN XIX.

Looking upwards in a Storm. 1 Gon of my life, to thee I call,

Afflicted at thy feet I fall;+ When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail! 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor. 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain? 4 That were a grief I could not bear, Didst thou not hear and answer prayer; But a prayer-hearing, answ'ring God, Supports me under every load.

5 Fair is the lot that 's cast for me; I have an advocate with thee;

Paal. cxIx. 71.

They whom the world caresses most,
Have no such privilege to boast.

6 Poor, though I am, despis'd, forgot,*
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
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HYMN XX.

The Valley of the Shadow of Death.
1 My soul is sad and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heavenly pilgrimage oppose!
2 See, from the ever-burning lake,
How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.

3 Their fiery arrows reach the mark,†
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.

4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
Oh! I would drive it from my breast,
With my own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west.

5 Come, then, and chase the cruel host, Heal the deep wounds I have receiv'd! Nor let the powers of darkness boast, That I am foil'd, and thou art griev'd.

HYMN XXI. The Storm hushed.

1 'Tis past-the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all its fears!
And now I see returning light,
The Lord, my Sun, appears.

2 The tempter, who but lately said,
I soon should be his prey,

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Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled
With shame and grief away.

3 Ah! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face,
What has my soul endur'd?
But now 'tis past,-I feel thy grace,
And all my wounds are cur'd!
4 O wondrous change! but just before,
Despair beset me round,

I heard the lion's horrid roar,

And trembled at the sound.
5 Before corruption, guilt and fear,
My comforts blasted fell;
And unbelief discover'd near
The dreadful depths of hell.
6 But Jesus pitied my distress,
He heard my feeble cry,
Reveal'd his blood and righteousness
And brought salvation nigh.

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HYMN XXII.

Help in Time of Need.

1 UNLESS the Lord had been my stay,
With trembling joy my soul may say,
My cruel foe had gain'd his end:
But he appear'd for my relief,
And Satan sees with shame and grief,
That I have an almighty Friend.

2 Oh! 'twas a dark and trying hour,
When, harass'd by the tempter's power,
I felt my strongest hopes decline!
You only who have known his arts,
You only who have felt his darts,
Can pity such a case as mine.
3 Loud in my ears a charge he read,
(My conscience witness'd all he said,)
My long black list of outward sin;
Then bringing forth my heart to view,
Too well what's hidden there he knew,
He show'd me ten times worse within.
4 'Twas all too true, my soul replied,
But I remember Jesus died,

And now he fills a throne of grace:
I'll go as I have done before,
His mercy I may still implore,

I have his promise, "Seek my face."

5 But, as when sudden fogs arise,
The trees, and hills, the sun and skies,
Are all at once conceal'd from view:
So clouds of horror, black as night,
By Satan rais'd, hid from my sight
The throne of grace and promise too.
6 Then, while beset with guilt and fear,
He tried to urge me to despair,

He tried, and he almost prevail'd;
But Jesus, by a heavenly ray,
Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear away,
And all the tempter's malice fail'd.

HYMN XXIII.

Peace after a Storm.

1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,

Or harbour one hard thought of thee!
3 Oh! let me then at length be taught,
What I am still so slow to learn,
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

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1 WHEN my prayers are a burden and task, No wonder I little receive;

O Lord! make me willing to ask,
Since thou art so ready to give:
Although I am bought with thy blood,
And all thy salvation is mine,

At a distance from thee my chief good,
I wander, and languish, and pine.

2 Of thy goodness of old when I read,
To those who were sinners like me,
Why may I not wrestle and plead,
With them a partaker to be?
Thine arm is not short'ned since then,
And those who believe in thy name,
Ever find thou art Yea and Amen,
Through all generations the same.

3 While my spirit within me is press'd
With sorrow, temptation, and fear,
Like John, I would flee to thy breast,*
And pour my complaints in thine ear:
How happy and favour'd was he,
Who could on thy bosom repose!
Might this favour be granted to me,
I'd smile at the rage of my foes.
4 I have heard of thy wonderful name,
How great and exalted thou art;
But ah! I confess to my shame,
It faintly impresses my heart:
The beams of thy glory display,
As Peter once saw thee appear;
That, transported like him, I may say,
"It is good for my soul to be here."t

5 What a sorrow and weight didst thou feel,
When nail'd, for my sake, to the tree!
My heart sure is harder than steel,
To feel no more sorrow for thee;
Oh! let me with Thomas descry
The wounds in thy hands and thy side,
And have feelings like his, when I cry,
"My God and my Saviour has died!"
6 But if thou hast appointed me still
To wrestle, and suffer, and fight;
O make me resign to thy will,
For all thine appointments are right:
This mercy, at least, I entreat,
That, knowing how vile I have been,
I, with Mary, may wait at thy feet,}
And weep o'er the pardon of sin.

HYMN XXVI.
Self-acquaintance.

1 DEAR Lord! accept a sinful heart,

Which of itself complains,

And mourns, with much and frequent smart,
The evil it contains.

2 There fiery seeds of anger lurk,

Which often hurt my frame;

And wait but for the tempter's work,
To fan them to a flame.

3 Legality holds out a bribe

To purchase life from thee;

And discontent would fain prescribe
How thou shalt deal with me.

4 While unbelief withstands thy grace,
And puts the mercy by,
Presumption, with a brow of brass,
Says, "Give me, or I die."

5 How eager are my thoughts to roam
In quest of what they love;
But, ah! when duty calls them home,
How heavily they move!

6 O cleanse me in a Saviour's blood!
Transform me by thy power;
And make me thy belov'd abode,
And let me rove no more.

John xiii. 25. ↑ John ax. 23.

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↑ Matth. xvii. 16.

§ Luke vii. 38.

HYMN XXVII.
Bitter and Sweet.

1 KINDLE, Saviour, in my heart
A flame of love divine:
Hear, for mine I trust thou art,

And sure I would be thine:
If my soul has felt thy grace,
If to me thy name is known,
Why should trifles fill the place
Due to thyself alone?

2 "Tis a strange mysterious life
I live from day to day;
Light and darkness, peace and strife,
Bear an alternate sway:
When I think the battle won,

I have to fight it o'er again;
When I say I'm overthrown,
Relief I soon obtain.

3 Often at the mercy-seat,

While calling on thy name,
Swarms of evil thoughts I meet,
Which fill my soul with shame:
Agitated in my mind,
Like a feather in the air,
Can I thus a blessing find?

My soul, can this be prayer?

4 But when Christ, my Lord and Friend,
Is pleas'd to show his power;
All at once my troubles end,
And I've a golden hour:
Then I see his smiling face,
Feel the pledge of joys to come;
Often, Lord, repeat this grace,
Till thou shalt call me home.

HYMN XXVIII.
Prayer for Patience.

1 LORD, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for thee
Help me with patience to endure.
2 The storm of loud repining hush;

I would in humble silence mourn; [bush.
Why should the unburnt, though burning
Be angry, as the crackling thorn?

3 Man should not faint at thy rebuke,
Like Joshua falling on his face,*
When the curs'd thing that Achan took
Brought Israel into just disgrace.

4 Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd,
Some secret sin, offends my God;
Perhaps that Babylonish vest,
Self-righteousness, provokes the rod.

5 Ah! were I buffeted all day,

Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and spit upon,
I yet should have no right to say,
My great distress is mine alone.

6 Let me not angrily declare,
No pain was ever sharp like mine,

* Joshua vii. 10, 11

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