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Might I not with reason fear

I should be a cast-away?
4 Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to pray'r;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
HYMN 184.

(C. M.) Habitual Devotion. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r,

Be my vain wishes still’d: And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.
2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,

That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, it

In ev'ry pain I bcar,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

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Or seek relief in pray’r.
5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign’d, when storms of sorrow low'r,

My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 1984

The gath’ring storın shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear, I
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.

Walking with God.ous I SINCE I've known à Saviour's name,

And sin's strong fetters broke,
Careful without care I am,

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Nor feel my easy yoke:
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Is light, for such a Lord. t. 13Arid Logos 2 To the desert or the cell,

Let others blindly fly,

In this evil world I dwell,

Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find an house of pray'r,

To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care,

And unconsum'd in fire. 3 O that all the world might know

of living, Lord, to thee,
Find their heav'n begun below,

And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepard
_By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.
HYMN 186.

(L N.) Heaven seen by Faith. 1 AS, when the weary trav'ler gains

The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views

By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews;

And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers;

No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last. 4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,

To lead us on to thine abode; Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay The hardest labours of the road. HYMN 187.

(IV, 4) " I would not live alway." Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,

Temptation without, and corruption within:
E’en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom

There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise

To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

XI. DEATH.
HYMN 188.

(CM) Job. xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6. 1 FEW are thy days, and full of wo,

O man, of woman born!
Thy doom is written : “ Dust thou art,

• To dust thou shalt return."
2 Behold the emblem of thy state

In flow'rs that bloom and die, Or in the shadow's fleeting form

That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly

Successive o'er thy head;
The number'd hour is on the wing,

That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,

The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and 'weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.

- HYMN 189. (C. M.) I HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound;

Mine ears attend the cry; « Ye living men, come view the ground

“ Where you must shortly lie. 2 “ Princes, this clay must be your bed,

" In spite of all your tow'rs; i The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head

“ Must lie as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure ?
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace

To raise our souls to thee, That we may view thy glorious face . To all eternity.

HYMN 190.

Job xiv. 11–14. 1 THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost

From that abyss again:
2 So days, and years, and time,

Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return

Back to the sphere of light: 3 And man, when in the grave,

Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake

The slumber of the tomb. 4 O may I find, in death,

A hiding-place with God, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd

To share his bless'd abode! 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait,

Through toil, and care, and grief,
Till my appointed course is run,

And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.
1 VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Quit, ( quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,

Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring !
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!

o death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT.
HYMN 192.

(C. M.) 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker, face to face;

Oh! how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!
4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,

Who does her sins lament,
That faith in Christ's atoning blood

Shall endless wo prevent.
5 Then never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.
HYMN 193.

(S. M.) 1 AND will the Judge descend ?

And must the dead arise ? And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?
2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the num'rous guilty throng

Spread black despair around ? 3 “ Depart from me, accurs'd,

" To everlasting flame, “For rebel angels first prepar'd,

" Where mercy never came.” 4 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day :
When earth and heav'n before his face

Astonish'd shrink away?
5 But, ere the trumpet shakes ,

The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound, 1

What joyful tidings spread!

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