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Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
And has promis'd he never will leave* But rather weep, rememb'ring thine. C. The soul that confides in his name?
To relieve me from all that I fear,
He was buffeted, tempted, and slain ;
And at length he will surely appear,
Though he leaves me a while to complain. 1 O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
5 While I dwell in an enemy's land, And help me to gn
Can I hope to be always in peace! Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 'Tis enough that my Shepherd's at hand, And make thy pleasure mine.
And that shortly this warfare will cease; 2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
For ere long he will bid me removet Whose love forbids my fears,
From this region of sorrow and pain, Or tremble at the gracious hand
To abide in his presence above, That wipes away my tears?
And then I no more shall complain. 3 No, let me rather freely yield
Return, O Lord, how long !
1 RETURN to bless my waiting eyes, 4 Thy favour all my journey through
And cheer my mourning heart, O Lord ! 'Í'hou art engag'd to grant;
Without thee, all beneath the skies What else I want, or think I do,
No real pleasure can afford. 'Tis better still to want.
2 When thy lov'd presence meets my sight, 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
It softens care and sweetens toil;
The sun shines forth with double light, Shall I resist them both ?
The whole creation wears a smile.
3 Upon thine arm of love I rest,
Thy gracious voice forbids my fear; 6 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
No storms disturb my peaceful breast, Still bind me to thy sway;
No foes assault when thou art near.
4 But ah! since thou hast been away,
Nothing but trouble have I known;
And Satan marks me for his prey
Because he sees me left alone.
5 My sun is hid, my comforts lost,
Distress'd, dismayed, and tempest-tossid, New beauties around me appear,
My soul is only just alive. New spirits enliven my heart:
6 Lord, hear my cry, and come again! His presence gives peace to my soul, Put all mine enemies to shame, And Satan assaults me in vain;
And let them see 'tis not in vain While my Shepherd his power controls, That I have trusted in thy name.
I think I no more shall complain.
1 Though sore beset with guilt and fear, Then Satan his efforts renews
I cannot, dare not quite despair; To vex and ensnare me again;
If I must perish, would the Lord All my pleasing enjoyments I lose,
Have taught my heart to love his word?
Would he have given me eyes to seef And can only lament and complain.
My danger and my remedy, 3 By these changes I often pass through, Reveal'd his name, and bid me pray,
I am taught my own weakness to know; Had he resolv'd to say me nay?
2 No—though cast down, I am not slain;
I fall, but I shall rise again ;3
The present, Satan, is thy hour,
But Jesus shall control thy power; He attends to my prayer when I call,
His love will plead for my relief, And bids me no longer complain.
He hears my groans, he feels my grief; 4 Wherefore then should I murmur and
grieve, Since my Shepherd is always the same,
1 Judges xiii. 23.
$ Micah vii. 8.
* Jer. i. 19.
+ Rev, ji. 10.
Nor will he suffer thee to boast
3 The beam of day, which pierces through A soul that thought his help was lost.
The gloom in which I dwell, 3 'Tis true, I have unfaithful been,
Only discloses to my view
The horrors of my cell.
To think of former days!
When I could triumph with the saints, But more abounding is his grace;
And join their songs of praise ! He once vouchsafd for me to bleed,
5 But now my joys are all cut off, And now he lives my cause to plead.
In prison I am cast, 4 I'll cast myself before his feet,
And Satan, with a cruel scoff,* I see him on his mercy-seat,
Says, “ Where 's your God at last ('Tis sprinkled with atoning blood) 6 Dear Saviour, for thy mercy's sake, There sinners find access to God:
My strong, my only plea, Ye burden'd souls, approach with me, These gates and bars in pieces break,t And make the Saviour's name your plea ; And set the pris'ner free! Jesus will pardon all who come,
7 Surely my soul shall sing to thee, And strike your fierce accuser dumb.
For liberty restord;
And all thy saints admire to see
The mercies of the Lord.
HYMN XXXV. Seldom show themselves by day;
Perplexity relieved. But when day-light is withdrawn, t
1 UNCERTAIN how the way to find Then they rove and roar till dawn.
Which to salvation led, 2 Who can tell the tray'ller's fears,
I listen'd long, with anxious mind, When their horrid yells he hears ?
To hear what others said. Terror almost stops his breath,
2 When some of joys and comforts told, While each step he looks for death.
I fear'd that I was wrong; 3 Thus, when Jesus is in view,
For I was stupid, dead, and cold, Cheerful I my way pursue;
Had neither joy nor song. Walking by my Saviour's light,
3 The Lord my lab’ring heart reliev'd, Nothing can my soul affright.
And made my burden light; 4 But when he forbears to shine,
Then for a moment I believ'd, Soon the tray'ller's case is mine;
Supposing all was right. Lost, benighted, struck with dread,
4 Of fierce temptations others talk’d, What a painful path I tread !
Of anguish and dismay, 5 Then my soul with terror hears,
Through what distress they had walk'd Worse than lions, wolves, or bears,
Before they found the way. Roaring loud in ev'ry part,
5 Ah ! then I thought my hopes were vain, Through the forest of my heart.
For I had liv'd at ease; 6 Wrath, impatience, envy, pride,
I wish'd for all my fears again Satan and his host beside,
To make me more like these. Press around me to devour;
6 I had my wish; the Lord disclos'd How can I escape their power ?
The evils of my heart, 7 Gracious Lord, afford me light,
And left my naked soul expos'd
To Satan's fiery dart.
I cried in deep despair :
How could I dream of drawing hope
From what I cannot bear?
8 Again my Saviour brought me aid, 1 WHEN the poor pris'ner through a gate
And when he set me free,
“ Trust simply on my word,” he said, How does he mourn his lonely state,
" And leave the rest to me.”
Prayer answered by Crosses. And spend my hours in fruitless grief, 1 I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow Until my Lord return.
In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace; * Rom. v. 20. † Psal. civ. 20. 1 Psal. cxix. 94.
| Psal calii. 7.
* Psal. cxv. 2.
Might more of his salvation know,
5 Why should I complain And seek more earnestly his face.
Of want or distress, 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
Temptation or pain? And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer;
He told me no less : But it has been in such a way,
The heirs of salvation,
I know from his word, As almost drove me to despair.
Through much tribulation 3 I hop'd that in some favour'd bour,
Must follow their Lord.*
6 How bitter that cup, Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
No heart can conceive,
Which he drank quite up, 4 Instead of this, he made me feel
That sinners might live! The hidden evils of my heart;
His way was much rougher And let the angry powers of hell
And darker than mine; Assault my soul in ev'ry part.
Did Jesus thus suffer, 5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd
And shall I repine? Intent to aggravate my woe;
7 Since all that I meet Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd,
Shall work for my good, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
The bitter is sweet, 6 Lord, why is this? I trembling cried,
The med'cine is food; Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?
Though painful at present, “ 'Tis in this way," the Lord replied,
"Twill cease before long, “I answer prayer and faith.
And then, O how pleasant, 7 "These inward trials I employ,
The conqueror's song!
Questions to Unbelief.
1 IF to Jesus for relief IIYMN XXXVII.
My soul has fled by prayer, I will Trust, and not be Afraid. Why should I give way to grief, 1 Begone, unbelief!
Or heart-consuming care?
Are not all things in his hands?
Has he not his promise pass'd ?
Will he then regardless stand,
And let me sink at last ?
2 While I know his providence
Disposes each event,
Shall I judge by feeble sense, 2 Though dark be my way,
And yield to discontent?
If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array,f
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eye away?
3 When his name was quite unknown, The word he has spoken
And sin my life employed,
Then he watch'd me as his own, 3 His love in time past
Or I had been destroyed;
Now his mercy-seat I know,
Now by grace am reconcil'd
Would he spare me while a foe,
To leave me when a child?
4 If he all my wants supplied,
When I disdain'd to pray,
Now his Spirit is my guide, 4 Determin'd to save,
How can he say me nay?
If he would not give me up,
When my soul against him fought,
Will he disappoint the hope
Which he himself has wrought.
* Acts xiv. 22.
† Rom. viii To put me to shame?
1 Matt. vi. 26.
5 If he shed his precious blood
5 Like David, thou may'st comfort draw, To bring me to his fold,
Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw; Can I think that meaner good*
may defy, He ever will withhold!
For God, my Saviour, still is nigh. Satan, vain is thy device!
6 He who has helped me hitherto, Here my hope rests well assur'd,
Will help me all my journey through, In that great redemption-price,
And give me daily cause to raise I see the whole secur'd.
New Ebenezers to his praise.
7 Though rough and thorny be the road, HYMN XXXIX.
It leads me home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small, 1 UNBELIEF the soul dismays,
For heaven will make amends for all. What objections will it raise; But true faith securely leans
HYMN XLI. On the promise, in the means.
The Way of Access. 2 If to faith it once be known, God has said, “ It shall be done,
1 One glance of thine, eternal Lord !
Pierces all nature through;
Nor heaven, nor earth, nor hell afford
A shelter from thy view. 3 Moses' rod, by faith up-rear'd,f
2 The mighty whole, each smaller part, Through the sea a path prepar'd;
At once before thee lies; Jericho's devoted walls
And every thought of every heart At the trumpet's sound must fall.
Is open to thine eyes. 4 With a pitcher and a lamp, s Gideon overthrew a camp;
3 Though greatly from myself conceal’d,
Thou see'st my inward frame; And a stone, well aim'd by faith,||
To thee I always stand reveald, Prov'd the arm'd Philistine's death.
Exactly as I am. 5 Thus the Lord is pleas’d to try
4 Since, therefore, I can hardly bear Those who on his help rely;
What in myself I see; By the means he makes it known,
How vile and black must I appear, That the power is all his own.
Most holy God, to thee? 6 Yet the means are not in vain,
5 But since my Saviour stands between, If the end we would obtain ;
In garments dyed in blood,
When I approach to God. 7 God alone the heart can reach,
6 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe; Yet the ministers must preach;
He pleads before the throne, 'Tis their part the seed to sow,
His life and death in my behalf, And 'tis his to make it grow.
And calls my sins his own.
7 What wondrous love, what mysteries, HYMN XL.
In this appointment shine!
My breaches of the law are his,* 1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares And his obedience mine.
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
The Pilgrim's Song. 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
1 Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
From Egypt lately freed How canst thou want if he provide,
By the Redeemer's grace,
A rough and thorny path we tread, Or lose thy way with such a guide ?
In hopes to see his face. 3 When first before his mercy-seat,
2 The flesh dislikes the way, Thou didst to him thy all commit; He gave thee warrant, from that hour,
But faith approves it well; To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
This only leads to endless day,
All others lead to hell. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
3 And he refuse to hear thy call ?
The promis'd land of peace And has he not his promise past,
Faith keeps in constant view;
How diff'rent from the wilderness That thou shalt overcome at last?
We now are passing through.
* Rom. viii. 32. | Exod. xiv, 21. Josh. vi. 20.
Judges vii. 22. | 1 Sain. xvii. 42.
2 Cor. y. 21.
4 Here often from our eyes
2 Through all the storms that veil the skies, Clouds hide the light divine;
And frown on earthly things, There we shall have unclouded skies, The Sun of righteousness he eyes, Our Sun will always shine.
With healing on his wings. 5 Here griefs, and cares, and pains, 3 Struck by that light, the human heart,* And fears, distress us sore;
A barren soil no more, But there eternal pleasure reigns,
Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, And we shall weep no more.
Where serpents lurk'd before. 6 Lord, pardon our complaints,
4 The soul, a dreary province once We follow at thy call;
Of Satan's dark domain,
And owns a heavenly reign.
5 The glorious orb, whose golden beams SIMILAR HYMNS.
The fruitful year control,
44, 51, 56, 63, 76, 88, 107, 115, 126, 130, He started from the goal,
6 Has cheer'd the nations with the joys Book II. Hymn 30, 31, 84, 87, 92.
His orient rays impart;
Can shine upon the heart.
1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 1 Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell,
From strife and tumult far; Are gifts we highly prize;
From scenes where Satan wages still But faith does singly each excel,
His most successful war. And all the five comprise.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 2 More piercing than the eagle's sight,
With prayer and praise agree, It views the world unknown,
And seem by thy sweet bounty made, Surveys the glorious realms of light,
For those who follow thee. And Jesus on the throne.
3 There if thy Spirit touch the soul, 3 It hears the mighty voice of God,
And grace her mean abode, And ponders what he saith;
Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, His word and works, his gifts and rod,
She communes with her God. Have each a voice to faith.
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours 4 It feels the touch of heavenly power,*
Her solitary lays, And from that boundless source,
Nor asks a witness of her song, Derives fresh vigour every hour
Nor thirsts for human praise. To run its daily course.
5 Author and guardian of my life, 5 The truth and goodness of the Lord
Sweet source of light divine, Are suited to its taste;t
And (all harmonious names in one) Mean is the worldling's pamper'd board,
My Saviour, thou art mine. To faith's perpetual feast.
6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, 6 It smells the dear Redeemer's name
A boundless, endless store, Like ointment poured forth ;/
Shall echo through the realms above, Faith only knows, or can proclaim,
When time shall be no more. C. Its savour or its worth. 7 Till saving faith possess the mind,
HYMN XLVI. In vain of sense we boast;
Jesus my All. We are but senseless, tasteless, blind,
1 Why should I fear the darkest hour, And deaf, and dead, and lost.
Or tremble at the tempter's power?
Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.
2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field?
Why must I either flee or yield, 1 How bless'd thy creature is, O Lord,
Since Jesus is my mighty shield ?
3 When creature-comforts fade and die, The day-spring from on high!
Worldlings may weep, but why should I ?
Jesus still lives, and still is nigh. † Psalm cxix. 103. | Solomon's Song, i. 3. VOL. II. 2 B
• Luke viij. 46.
* Isa. xxxv. 7.