5 Alas! I knew not what I did,
But now my tears were vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain!
6 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive,
"This blood is for thy ransom paid "I die that thou may'st live."
7 With pleasing grief and mournful joy
My spirit now is fill'd,
That I should such a life destroy
Yet live by him I kill'd.
CCCXXVI. L. M. MS.
The stony heart.
H! for a glance of heav'nly day,
To take this stubborn stone away,
To thaw with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake,
The seas can roar, the mountains shake;
Of feeling all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord! an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments too unaw'd I hear,
Amazing things! which devils fear;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But something yet can do the deed;
For that dear something Lord I plead,→→→
Thy spirit can the stone refine.
Can break and melt this heart of mine.
CCCXXVII. Baltimore Collec.
Praying for Relations.
IND souls, who for the miseries moan,
Kof those who seldom mind their own;
But treat your zeal with cold disdain,
Resolv'd to make your labours vain.
2 You, whose sincere affection tends,
To help your dear ungrateful friends,
Who think you foes, or mad, or fools,
Because you love their ruin'd souls.
3 Though dead to ev'ry warning given,
They scorn to walk with you to heav'a;
But often think, and sometimes say,
They'll never go, if that's the way:-
4 Though they the word of truth resist,
Or ridicule your faith in Christ;
Though they blaspheme, oppose, contemn,
And hate you for your love to them;
5 One secret way is left you still,
To do them good against their will?
Here they can no obstruction give,
You may do this without their leave.
6 Fly to the throne of grace by prayer,
And pour out all your wishes there;
Effectual fervent prayer prevails,
When every other method fails.
CCCXXVIII. L. M. Baltimore Collec. "Be not afraid, it is I." Matt. xiv. 27. Mark vi. 50. John vi. 20.
1C Lo Jesus for your help appears,
HILDREN of God, renounce your fears
And loudly speaks as he draws nigh,
"Be not afraid, for it is I."
2 When in the awful tempest tost,
You feel your strength and courage lost,
And mighty waves roll o'er your head,
Your Lord is near, be not afraid.
3 When mournful tidings from afar,
Or nations raise tumultuous war,
And wide their devastation spread,
Yet he is near, be not afraid.
4 The famine, pestilence and sword,
Are all obedient to his word;
He, riding on the stormy sky,
Says, "fear not ye, for it is i."
5 When earthly joys are from you torn,
Or when with heart-felt grief you mouri,
To see your dear relations dead,
Yet Jesus lives, be not afraid.
6 When fierce disease attacks your frame,
Your Saviour's love is still the same
In death's dark shade you need not fear,
For Jesus will be with you there.
7 When stars are from their orbits hurl'd,
And flames consume the guilty world,
Ev'n then your Judge will smiling ery,
"Be not afraid, for it is I.”
"In me ye shall have peace.” John xvi. 33. E samts attend the Saviour's voice, Spoke in his word of grace;
He says, and in it O rejoice!
"In me ye shall have peace."
2 Though storms and tempests round you roar, And foes and fears increase;
He says, and what could he say more,
"In me ye shall have peace.'
3 What though afflictions still abound, Your troubles still increase,
He says, and O how sweet the sound! "In me ye shall have peace."
4 What though your hearts with sorrow bleet And sighs and tears increase; He says and it is true indeed! "In me ye shall have peace."
5 Tho' you shall pass thro' death's cold flood, To gain your wish'd release, He says, and sure he'll make it good, "In me ye shall have peace.' 6 When you his face in gloryɣiew, Where joy can ne'er decrease; Eternity shall prove it true, "In him ye shall have peace."
CCCXXX. C. M. Tiebout's Collec.
The complaint of an awakened Sinner.
WHAT a state my soul is in!
Nor can I e'er be blest,
Without release from guilt and sing
Or find a moment's rest.
2 I hear that Christ is passing by,
Poor sinners to relieve;
But ab! I must in darkness lie,
Until I can believe.
3 My stupid mind and stubborn will,
Chain down my soul to death,
And here I groan in darkness still.
Without one spark of faith.
40 God, for my poor soul appear,
And make my foes submit;
Unlock, unlock this prison door,
And bring me from the pit.
5 Pull down the pride within my heart;
From blindness set me free;
May I with every idol part,
And give myself to thee.
60 let me feel thy love divine,
And hear thy healing voice;
Until I know that thou art mine,
I never can rejoice.
A BUILDING; AND WELL DEFENDED.
CCCXXXI. L. M. Watts.
God the glory and defence of Sion.
APPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace;
Thy holy courts are his abode:
Thou earthly palace of our God.
2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heav'nly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations mové,
Fix'd on his counsels and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain designs engage,
Against his throne in vain they rage;
Like rising waves with angry roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
4 Then let us still in Zion dwell;
Nor fear the wrath of earth and hell;
His arms embrace this happy ground,
Like brazen bulwarks built around.
5 God is our shield, and God our sun;
Swift as the fleeting moments run,
On us he sheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brightest praise.
CCCXXXII. C. M. Swain.
The garden of grace.
GARDEN fenc'd from common earth,
A By special sovereign grace,
Enrich'd with plants of heav'nly birth,
The Church of Jesus is.
2 His gospel is the open sky,
His love the shining sun;
Rivers of peace, which never dry,
Through all this garden run.
That o'er his garden blows;
And op'ning each renewed mind,
The Saviour's image shows.
4 Faith, like an ivy, to the rock
(That stands for ever,) cleaves;
And, through the tempest's loudest shock,
Eternal calm perceives.
5 Assurance, like a cedar, rears
It's stately branches high,
Beyond the reach of doubts and fears,
And blossoms in the sky.
ASKING THE WAY TO ZION.
CCCXXXIII. C. M. Doddridge.
Asking the way to Sion.
[NQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way,
That leads to Son's hill,
And thither set your steady face,
With a determin'd will.
2 Invite the strangers all around
Your pious march to join;
And spread the sentiments you feel
Of faith and love divine.
3 O come, and to this temple haste,
And seek his favour there;
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour your fervent prayer!
4 O come, and join your souls to God
In everlasting bands,
Accept the blessings he bestows,
With thankful hearts and hands.
CHURCH MEETINGS.
CCCXXXIV.
S. M. S. Stennett.
Praise for conversion. Psalm Isiv. 16.
OME, ye that fear the Lord,
And listen while I tell.
How narrowly my feet escap'd
The snares of death and hell.
2 The flatt'ring joys of sense
Assail'd my foolish heart,
While Satan, with malicious skill,
Guided the poisonous dart.
3 I fell beneath the stroke,
But fell to rise again;
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