God lov'd the world, and gave his Son 174. S. M. Epis. Coll. Who hath hardened himself, and prospered? ALL-SEEING, powerful God! Who can with thee contend? Or who that tries th' unequal strife, ? The mountains, in thy wrath, The trembling earth deserts her place, Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God! 175. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Dobell's Selection. E sin-sick souls, draw near, Yand banquet with your King, His royal bounties share, And loud hosannas sing: Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, 2 But may a soul like mine, All stain'd with guilt and blood, In mercy's arms there yet is room. 176. L. M. Epis. Coll. Heaven seen by faith. AS when the weary traveller gains The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains W 177. C. M. Relief Hymns. Joy a grace of the Spirit. THERE Christ the Lord has planted grace, There fruits of heavenly joy and peace 2 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith, 3 To take a glimpse within the vail, Are springs of joy which never fail, 4 These are the joys which satisfy, That make our spirits mount on high, 178. L. M. Watts. None but Christ. Some solid ground to rest upon; With long despair the spirit breaks, 2 Should all the forms that men devise, 179. S. M. Perfection. PERFECTION here below,— Let men say what they please Is not to be attain'd unto, Except in small degrees. 2 By faith we trust the Lord, 3 The nearest, best approach 4 Except we ought to say, That patience is the crown; 180. 7's. Dobell's Selection. Compel them to come in. Luke xiv. 23. L ORD, how large thy bounties are! 2 Now fulfil thy great design, 181. L. M. Watts. Christ our Strength. 2 Cor. xii. 7-9, 10. ET me but hear my Saviour say, day. 2 I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me; 182. C. M. Watts. Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl. 27–30. WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise? And where 's our courage fled? Has restless sin and raging hell, 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty name 3 Treasures of everlasting might, He gives the conquest to the weak, 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, But we that wait upon the Lord, 5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, Till their unwearied feet arrive The faithfulness of God in his promises. Pro wretched dying men!" ROCLAIM salvation from the Lord, His hand has writ the sacred word 2 Engrav'd as in eternal brass Nor can the powers of darkness rase 3 He that can dash whole worlds to death 4 His every word of grace is strong As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along, Speaks all the promises. 5 0 might I hear that heavenly tongue But whisper, thou art mine,' Those gentle words should raise my song, To notes almost divine. 6 How would my leaping heart rejoice, I trust the all-creating voice, 184. C. M. Watts. God's Dominion and Decrees. KEEP silence, all created things, And wait your Maker's nod; My soul stands trembling, while she sings, The honours of her God. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown Hang on his firm decree; He sits on no precarious throne, F |