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2 Amidst the gloom, the welcome rays With cheering lustre shine,

And open to her ardent gaze
A world of bliss divine.

3 The yawning gulf, that howled beneath, Has ceased its angry roar,

The surging waves have spent their force, And died upon the shore.

4 Far in the distance faith beholds
A flood of heavenly light,
Now spreads her pinions, and directs
To heaven her ardent flight.

5 Far, far beyond this nether world,
Where sin and sorrow grow,
She seeks and finds that endless rest,
Where joys unceasing flow.

HYMN 310. S. M. [#]
Living by Faith.

1 By faith may Jesus dwell
In our believing hearts;
While he that love which none can tell,
In streams of grace, imparts.

2 Then may we comprehend,
With all the saints in light,
And see his boundless grace extend,
And know its depth and height.

3 Then, filled with every grace,

From strength to strength we'll go,
While Jesus shows his smiling face
In every scene of wo.

4 Soon we shall victors be,
And crowns of glory wear;
In endless peace our Captain see,

And dwell forever there.

HYMN 311. C. M. [#]
Living Faith.

1 MISTAKEN Souls, that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living Head.
3 "Tis faith that purifies the heart;
"Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 This faith shall every fear control,
By its celestial power;
With holy triumph fill the soul,
In death's approaching hour.

HYMN 312. L. M. [#]

Victorious Faith.

1 AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint.

3 From thee, the overflowing Spring,
Believers drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
On wings of love to Jesus fly,

Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

HYMN 313. C. M. [#]

Power of Faith.

1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;
Its aid in every duty brings,
And softens all our cares.

2 It quells the raging flames of sin,
And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give;

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.

5 On that bright prospect may we rest,
Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
To endless glory rise.

HYMN 314. C. M. [#]

God our Helper.

1 THE Lord appears my Helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid

Of what the sons of earth can do,
Since heaven affords me aid.

2 "Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my Friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

3 Like bees my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

4 "Tis through the Lord my heart is strong;
In him my lips rejoice :
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!

HYMN 315. L. M. [#]
Soaring by Faith.

1 THERE is a glorious world on high,
Resplendent with eternal day;
Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,
And God's own word reveals the way.

2 There shall the servants of the Lord
With never-fading lustre shine;
Surprising honour, large reward,
Conferred on man by love divine !

3 How happy, then, the truly wise,

Who learn and keep the sacred road; How happy they whom Heaven employs, To turn rebellious men to God.

4 On wings of faith and strong desire
O may our spirits daily rise,
And reach, at last, the shining choir,
In brighter mansions of the skies.

HYMN 316. L. M. [b or #]

Faith in God in a Time of Distress.

1 SHOULD famine o'er the mourning field
Extend her desolating reign,
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn swell the ripening grain;

2 Should lowing herds and bleating sheep Around their famished master die, And hope itself, expiring, weep,

Whilst life deplores its last supply ;

3 Amidst the dark, the deathful scene, If I can say, The Lord is mine, The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,

And glory dawn, though life decline.

4 The God of my salvation lives;

My nobler life he will sustain;
His word immortal vigour gives,
Nor shall my hope or trust be vain.

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