Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.

3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your every pain,
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

4 Poor sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;

Mercy invites to heavenly joys,-
And can you yet delay?

5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts,
To thee let mourners fly;

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And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

LXVI. L. M. Beddome.

The first promise. Gen. iii. 15.

W Adam our head and parent fell;

HEN by the tempter's wiles betray'd,

Unknown before, a pleasure spread Through all the mazy deeps of hell. 2 Infernal powers rejoic'd to see The new-made world destroy'd, undone; But God proclaims his great decree, Pardon and mercy through his Son. 1 Serpent accurs'd, thy sentence read, "Almighty vengeance thou shalt feel: The woman's seed shall break thy head, Thy malice faintly bruise his heel."

4 Thus God declares, and Christ descends, Assumes a mortal form, and dies;

Whilst in his death, death's empire ends, And the proud conqueror conquer'd lies. 5 Dying, the King of Glory deals

Ruin to all his numerous foes:

His power the prince of darkness feels,
And sinks oppress'd beneath his woes.

LXVII. L. M. Lebanon tune. Fawcett.

All thy days, so shall thy strength be. Deut.xxxiii.25. FFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise bear:

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His faithful word declares to thee,
That as thy days, thy strength shall be.
2 Let not thy heart despond and say,
"How shall I stand the trying day?"
He has engag'd by firm decree,

That as thy days, thy strength shall be.
3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong,
And if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee;
For as thy days, thy strength shall be.
4 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name:
In fiery trials thou shalt see,

That as thy days, thy strength shall be.
5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross,
Or sore afflictions, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty,

Still as thy days, thy strength shall be.
6 When ghastly death appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue;
He comes to set thy spirit free,

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And as thy days, thy strength shall be.

LXVII. C. M. Rippon's Selec.
Fear not, for I am with thee. Isaiah xli. 10.
ND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?

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Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,
Our God for ever near?

2 Dost thou a father's bowels feel
For all thy humble saints?

And in such friendly accents speak
To sooth their sad complaints?

3 Why droop our hearts? Why flow our eyes

While such a voice we hear?
Why rise our sorrows and our fears,
While such a friend is near?

4 To all thine other favours add
A heart to trust thy word;
And death itself shall hear us sing,
While resting on the Lord.

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LXIX. C. M. Needham.

My grace is sufficient for thee. 2 Cor. xii,
IND are the words that Jesus speaks
To cheer the drooping saint

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"My grace sufficient is for thee "Though thou art weak and faint. 2 "My grace its riches shall display, "And make thy griefs remove; "Thy weakness shall the triumphs tell "Of boundless power and love."

3 What though my griefs are not remov'd,
Yet why should I despair?

While my kind Saviour's arms support,
I can the burden bear.

4 Jesus, my Saviour, and my Lord,
'Tis good to trust thy name:

Thy power, thy faithfulness, and love
Will ever be the same.

5 Weak as I am, yet through thy grace
I all things can perform;
And smiling triumph in thy name,
Amid the raging storm.

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LXX. C. M. Doddridge.

My God shall supply all your need. Phil.

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iv. 19, 20.

Y God, how cheering is the sound!
How pleasant to repeat!

Well may that heart with pleasure bound!
Where God hath fix'd his seat!

2 What wants shall not our God supply
From his redundant stores?
What streams of mercy from on high
An arm almighty pours!

3 From Christ, the ever-living spring,
These ample blessings flow:
Prepare, my lips, his name to sing,
Whose heart has lov'd us so.

4 Now to our Father and our God,
Be endless glory given,

Through all the realms of man's abode,"
And through the highest heaven.

LXXI. C. M. Doddridge.

Fear not, it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke xii. 32.

Elittle flock, whom Jesus feeds,

Y Dismiss your anxious cares;
Look to the Shepherd of your souls,
And smile away your fears.

2 Though wolves and lions prowl around, His staff is your defence:

"Midst sands and rocks, your Shepherd's voice Calls streams and pastures thence.

3 Your Father will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight;

His feeblest child his love shall call
To triumph in his sight.

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CHRIST.

HIS INCARNATION,
LXXII. C. M. Medley.

The Incarnation of Christ. Luke ii. 14.
ORTALS, awake, with angels join,

M and chant the solemn lay;

Joy, love and gratitude combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining regions ran,
And strung and tun'd the lyre.

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran,
And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.

5 [Wrapt in the silence of the night
Lay all the eastern world,
When bursting, glorious. heavenly light
The wondrous scene unfurl'd.]

6 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song:
Goodwill and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious heavenly throng.

7 [O for a glance of heavenly love
Our hearts and songs to raise;
Sweetly to hear our souls above,
And mingle with their lays!]

s With joy the chorus we'll repeat,
"Glory to God on high;

"Good-will and peace are now complete, "Jesus was born to die."

9 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail! Redeemer, brother, friend!

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Though earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.

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HIS TRANSFIGURATION.
I.XXIII. I. M. Doddridge.

Christ's transfiguration. Mat. xvii. 4.
HEN at this distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,
What transport pours o'erall our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!
2 With thee in the obscurest cell

On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.
3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of Glory shine;
And feel his love, and call him mine.
4 On Tabor, thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood ;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell."
5 Yet still our elevated eyes

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To nobler visions long to rise;

That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

6 That mount how bright! those forms how fair! 'Tis good to dwell for ever there:

Come, death, dear envoy of my God,
And bear me to that blest abode.

HIS SUFFERINGS.

LXXIV. L. M. Whitefield's Collec.
Behold the man. John xix. 5.

E that pass by, behold the man-
The man of grief condemn'd for you,

The lamb of God for sinners slain,

Weeping to Calvary pursue.

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the woodHis sacred limbs-expos'd and bare,

Or only cover'd with his blood.

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ee there! his temples crown'd with thorns
is bleeding bands extended wide,