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Then it will be my endless bliss,
To see him where and as he is. 312.
(303) 1. M.
Trusting in God. 1 SING to the Lord, who loud proclaim i
His various and his saying names. O may they not be heard alone,
But by our sure experience known. 2 Awake, our noblest pow'rs to bless
The God of Abra'm, God of peace;
Father and God of Christ his Son. 3 Throngh ev'ry age his gracious ear
Is open to his servants' pray’r;
That it hath sought its God in vain. 4 What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,
The same his pow'r, his love the same! 5 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,
C. M. 313.
The power of faith. 1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves me from its snares; Its aid in ev'ry duty brings,
And softens all my cares;
And lights the sacred fire
And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow' The healing balm to give;
That balín the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live: Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
Nor bids me seek in vain.
With the Redeemer's blood;
Upon a faithful God.
Till this vile body dies;
At once to glory rise.
Faith a substitute for vision. i TTS by the faith of joys to come,
We walk through deserts dark as night, Till we arrive at heav'n our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our lights 9 The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
And brings eternal glories near.
While faith inspires a heav’nly ray:
And rocks and dangers fill the way So Abra'm, by divine com
ommand, Left his own house to walk with God; llis faith beheld the promis'd land,
And fir'd his zeal along the road, 315.
(298.) L. M, %. There is salvation in none other than 168118. IN vain would boasting rea find The path to happiness and God:
Her weak directions leave the mind
Bewilder'd in a doubtful road. 2 Jesus, thy words alone impart
Eternal life; on these I live; Diviner comforts cheer my heart
Than all the pow’is of nature give. § Here let my constant feet abide;
Thou art the true, the living way: Let thy good Spirit be my guide
To thc bright l'ealms of endless day. 4 The various forms that men devise,
To shake my faith with treach'rous art, I scorn as vanity and lies,
And bind thy gospel to my heart.
2. THE GRACIOUS NATURE OF THIS SALVATION
S. M. 316.
Salvation by Grace. Eph. ii. 5. 1 GRACE! !is a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!
And all the earth shall lear. 2 Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man;
Which drew the wondrous plan.
To tread the heavenly road;
While pressing on to God.
And made my eyes o’erflow:
And will not let me go.
Through everlasting days;
And boast their mortal dignity;
Grace is the note my soul shall raise.
And grace my soul to Jesus led;
'Tis grace subdues my lusts within. 3 'Tis grace that sweetens ev'ry cross,
'Tis grace supports in ev'ry loss; In Jesus' grace my soul is strong
Grace is my hope and Christ my song: g?'is grace defends when danger's near;
And 'tis by grace I persevere;
Free grace is all they sing above. 5 Thus 'tis alone of grace I boast,
And 'tis in grace alone 1 trust;
For what's to come 'tis still the same. 6 Thro' endless years, of grace I'll sing,
Adore and bless my heavenly king;
L. M. 318. Faith connected with Salvation. Rom. 1.
16. Heb. x. 39. 1 NOT by the law of innocence
Can Adam's sons arrive at heaven; New works can give us no pretence
To have our ancient sing forgiven:
Can make a wounded conscience whole!
and faith alone, That flies to Christ, and saves the soul.
§ Lord, I believe thy heavenly word!
Fain would I have my soul renew'd:
To have it pardon’d and subdu'd.
Let guilt and death no longer reign;
of sublime adoration and praisc,
His rich and unmerited grace
Broke forth and discover'd its flame,
And brings us to love his great name. 3 O had he not pitied the state we were in,
Our bosoms his love had ne'er felt: [sin, We all would have liv'd, would have died too in
And sunk with the load of our guilt.
Or give theCreator delight?
Because it seem'd good in thy sight.
The bearer of help from above,
And drink in the streams of his love.
To him all the glory belongs; (fame, Be ours the high joys still to sound forth his
And crown him in each of our songs. 320.
On Jewish altars slain,