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3 There generous fruits, that never fail,

On trees immortal grow : There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vales,

With milk and honey flow.
4 All o'er those wide-extended plains

Shines one eternal day ;
There God, the Sun, for ever reigns,

And scatters night away.

HYMN 325. L. M. [#]

The Soul's Anticipations.
1 BEAR me, ye spirits of the blest,

To Zion's bowers of joy and peace,
Where all is love and heavenly rest,

And holy anthems never cease. 2 Here, in this world of sin and wo,

I groan in bondage, toil, and pain ;
Where'er with wandering steps I go,

On earth, for bliss, my search is vain. 3 Above such scenes, on Canaan's coast,

A rapturous prospect cheers the soul,
Where discord, wrath, and strife, are lost,

And seas of bliss ecstatic roll. 4 Sweet heavenly fields their bloom display ;

No root of bitterness is found;
The Sun of love shines all the day,

And spreads a joyful scene around. 5 Then bear me, spirits of the blest,

On faith and hope's most lively wing,
To Zion's bowers of heavenly rest,

Where I may holy anthems sing.

HYMN 326.

C. M. [#]

God our Hope and Joy.
1 ETERNAL Source of joys divine,

To thee my soul aspires :
O could I say, The Lord is mine!

'Tis all my soul desires.
2 Thy smile can give me real joy,

Unmingled and refined,
Substantial bliss without alloy,

And lasting as the mind.
3 Thy smile can gild the shade of wo,

Bid stormy troubles cease,
And spread the dawn of heaven below,

And sweeten pain to peace. 4 My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord,

Assure me of thy love;
O speak the kind, transporting word,

And bid my fears remove : 5 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,

And triumph in my God,
Till heavenly rapture tune my voice

To sound thy praise abroad.

HYMN 327. 7 & 6s. M. [#]

Faith in God.
1 God is my strong Salvation :

What foe have I to fear ?
In darkness and temptation,
My Light, my Help, is near :

Though hosts encamp

around

me,
Firm to the fight I stand :
What terror can confound me

With God at my right hand ? 2 Place on the Lord reliance;

My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,

When faint and desolate;
His might thine heart shall strengthen ;

His love thy joy increase ;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;

The Lord will give thee peace.

4

HYMN 328. C. M. [# or b]

Assurance of Hope. 1 When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at envy's rage,

And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my Heaven, my All.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

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PENITENCE AND REFORMATION.

HYMN 329. C. M. [6]

Repentance and Hope.
Į O THOU, the wretched's sure Retreat,

My restless cares control,
And, with the cheerful smile of peace,

Revive my fainting soul. 2 Oppressed with grief and shame, dissolved

In penitential tears,
Thy goodness calms my rising doubts,

And dissipates my fears.
3 From that blest Source, propitious hope

Appears serenely bright,
And sheds its soft, diffusive beam

O’er sorrow's disinal night.
4 My griefs confess its vital power,

And bless the friendly ray
Which ushers in the peaceful morn

Of everlasting day.

HYMN 330. C. M. [b]

Repentance.
1 My Saviour, when my thoughts recall

The wonders of thy grace,
Low at thy feet ashamed I fall,

And hide my blushing face.

2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid ?

Ah, vile, ungrateful heart,
By earth's unworthy cares betrayed,

From Jesus to depart !
3 From Jesus, who alone can give

True pleasure, peace, and rest :
When absent from my Lord, I live

Unsatisfied, unblest. 4 0, while I breathe to thee, my Lord,

The penitential sigh,
Confirm the kind, the pardoning word,

With pity in thine eye.

HYMN 331. L. M. [b]

Penitential Confession.
1 HEAR me, O Lord, in my distress;

Hear me in truth and righteousness ;
For, at thy bar of judgment tried,

None living can be justified.
2 Lord, I have foes without, within,

The world, the flesh, in-dwelling sin,
Lise's daily ills, temptation's power,

And passions raging to devour. 3 Teach me thy will, subdue my own ;

Thou art my God, and thou alone ;
By thy good spirit guide me still,

Safe from all foes, to Zion's hill. 4 Release my soul from trouble, Lord ;

Quicken and keep me by thy word;
May all its promises be mine ;
Be thou my Portion-I am thine.

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