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HEBREWS vii, 25
Dawn of hope my soul.revives,
And banishes despair;
To plead his potent pray'ı,
My fullen doubts remove; O send a ray of heav'nly light, : wit ers. And lead me to thy love.
THE law commands and makes us
know What duties to our God we owe; But 'tis the gospel must reveal
Where lies our strength to do his will. 2 The law discovers guilt and sin,
And shews how vile our hearts have been;
THE SAINTS DELIVERANCE
AT DE A T H. RE v. xxi. 4.
HRIST's own soft hand shall wipe the
From ev'ry weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and
fears, And death itself shall die. 2 How long, dear Saviour, o how long,
Shall this bright hour delay ?
And bring the welcome day.
THE SAIN T'S SAFETY IN GOD.
He that has made his refuge Gop,
Shall find a most secure abode ; Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Thrice happy man, thy maker's care
Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; Satan the fowler, who betrays Unguarded fouls a thousand ways.
3 What tho' a thousand at thy side,
At thy right hand a thousand dy'd,
HY M N 248.
My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the reninant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
New works of duty done for thee. 3 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds ?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ;
249. THE. EVERLASTING COVENANT.
2 S AM. xxiii. 5. 1 THY
Hy word, O God, supports my faith,
From thence iny hope doth 1pring; Founded alone on what God faith,
My soul, adore and fing.
2 Thy word is truth, thy promife fure,
Hence faith and hope abide : My foul in safety shall endure
Nought can from Christ divide.
HY M N 250. TO THE TRINITY.
Less'd be the FATHER, and his love,
To whose celestial fource we owe
And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of GOD,
From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls. 3 We give thee, SACRED SPIRIT, praises
Who.in our hearts of fin and woe Mak'st living springs of grace arise,
And into endless glory flow.
H Y M N
COMFORT FOR MOURNER S.
1 WHere are the mourners, fays the
2 The fofteft couch that nature knows,
Can give the conscience no repose :
LO ORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand; Let me within thy courts be feen,
Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2. There grow thy faints in faith and love,
Bleft with thy influence from above;
Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 3 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just and true :
H Y M N
FREE GRACE, was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room ; When thousands make a wretched choices
And rather starve than come ?