861. 1. In the hour of my distress, 2. When I lie within my bed, Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. 4. When the tempter me pursueth, 5. When the flames and hellish cries, Then, sweet Spirit, comfort me. 7s. 1. CENTER of our hopes Thou art; VAUGHN. 2. All our works in Thee be wrought- 3. Let us altogether rise, To Thy glorious life restored; Here prepare to meet our Lord; C. WESLEY. 1. HARK! my soul! it is the Lord; 2 "I delivered thee when bound, 3. "Can a woman's tender care 4. "Mine is an unchanging love, 5. "Thou shalt see My glory soon, 863. 864. 6. Lord! it is my chief complaint, Oh! for grace to love Thee more. COWPER. 7s. 6 lines. 1. ABBA, Father, hear Thy child, 2. Heavenly Father, Life divine, go Till the blessing Thou bestow. 3. Holy Ghost, no more delay; Come, and in Thy temple stay: Song and permanent, and clear: Spring of life, Thyself impart; 7s. 6 lines. 1. BLESSED are the sons of God; 2. They are justified by grace, 865. 3. They are lights upon the earth— With them numbered may we be, 11s & 10s. HUMPHRIES. 1. COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish, Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can not heal. 2. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can not cure. 3. Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above: Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing, Earth has no sorrow but Heaven can remove. 1. WHEN the spark of life is waning, When the languid eye is streaming, Weep not for me; When the feeble pulse is ceasing, 2. When the pangs of death assail me, Christ is mine, He can not fail me Weep not for me: Yet though sin and doubt endeavor From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength forever: Weep not for me! MOORE. 1. THERE's a Friend above all others- His is love beyond a brother's— Earthly friends may fail and leave us, 2. Blessed Jesus!-would'st thou know Him?- Give thyself e'en this day to Him- Is it sin that pains and grieves thee? O how He loves! 3. Love this Friend who longs to save thee— O how He loves! Dost thou love? He will not leave thee O how He loves! Think no more, then, of to-morrow, Take His easy yoke and follow, O how He loves! 4. All thy sins shall be forgiven- Backward all thy foes be driven— Best of blessings He 'll provide thee, 5. Pause, my soul! adore and wonder— Naught can cleave this love asunder— |