3 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart—O take and seal it!
Seal it from thy courts above!
1 LORD, our Governor, thy will Most sov'reign is and free;
And all created things fulfil
Thy absolute decree.
2 Thy wisdom plann'd thy great design,
Unchangeably the same:
Let earth, as heav'n, to thee resign,
And both thy praise proclaim.
3 The lots of all thy creatures shew
That thy whole will shall stand;
Nor can their utmost pow'r o'erthrow
Thy word, or stay thy hand.
4 Had I but knowledge to discern
Thy wisdom, love, and pow'r,
From ev'ry sorrow I should learn
To thank thee more and more.
5 Then turn thee to thy rest, my soul,
And kiss the needful rod;
Nor seek thy sov'reign to control,
But know that he is God.
6 Dear Father, to thy hand I bow,
For to thy pleasure still,
Thy creatures all obedience owe,
And good is all thy will.
The Spiritual Voyage. [Tune, Messiah.
JESUS, at thy command
I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all to sleep.
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heav'n with thee and thine.
2 Thou art my Pilot wise;
My compass is thy word:
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r
To save me in the trying hour.
Tho' rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie;
Yet Christ will safely keep,
And guide me with his eye.
He bears the world and all things up,
Nor can I sink with such a prop.
By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest:
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.
O may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more!
5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms forbear to toss,
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss;
For more the treach'rous calm I dread
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow
A prosp'rous gale of
To waft, from all below,
To heav'n my destin'd place!
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
Why art thou cast down?
still, my
heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word!
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before his mercy-seat
Thou didst to him thy all commit,
He gave thee warrant, from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
5 Like David, thou may'st comfort draw,
Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw:
Goliath's rage I may defy,
For God, my Saviour, still is nigh.
6 He, who has help'd me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey thro',
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to his praise.
7 Tho' rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home apace to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.
The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14.
THE saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear,
For when they least expect his aid
The Saviour will appear.
2 This Abra'm found: he raised the knife;
God saw, and said "Forbear;
Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;
Behold the victim there!"
3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand;
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save th' invaded land.
4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more;
But God prepar'd a fish to save
And bear him to the shore.
5 Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine,
That meet us in his word:
May every deep-felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord!
6 Wait for his seasonable aid,
And, tho' it tarry, wait;
The promise may be long delay'd,
But cannot come too late.
1 'Tis past! the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all its fears!
And now I see returning light,
The Lord, my sun, appears.
2 The tempter, who but lately said
I soon should be his
Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled
With shame and grief away.
3 Ah, Lord, since thou didst hide thy face,
What has my soul endur'd!
But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace,
And all my wounds are cur'd!
4 Oh wondrous change! but just before
Despair beset me round;
I heard the lion's horrid roar,
And trembled at the sound.
5 Before corruption, guilt, and fear,
My comforts, blasted, fell;
And unbelief discovered near
The dreadful depths of hell.
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