Hope of Heaven our Support on Earth.

1 When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd;
Then I can smile at Satan'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.

173.

Prayer for the Spread of the Gospel.

1 Great God, the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine;
And in thy works, by all beheld,
Thy radiant glories shine.

2 But, Lord, thy richer love has sent
Thy gospel to mankind,

Unveiling what rich stores of grace
Are treasur'd in thy mind.

3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread
The spacious earth around,
Till ev'ry tribe and ev'ry soul

Shall hear the joyful sound.

4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt
To spread the gospel rays;

And build, on sin's demolish'd throne,
The temples of thy praise.

174.

Death in Trespasses and Sins.

1 How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of her load!

The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine,

To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes;-

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live:

A beam of heaven-a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give.

5 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord be thine.

175.

Retirement.

1 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree:
And seem by thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.

3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh, with what peace and joy and love,
She there communes with God!

Evening Worship in the Family. 1 O Lord! another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fostering hand.

2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt!-for thou dost love to hear
The
song which meekness pours.

3 And Jesus! thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less than they.

4 Thy heavenly grace to each impart ;
All evils far remove;

And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.

178.

Love.

1 Happy the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,

And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move;

The devils know, and tremble too,-
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope will cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

179.

For the Lord's Day Morning.

1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne

Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

180.

Relieving Christ in his Members.

1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties, how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum,
How pay the mighty debt?

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow-
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below, The partners of thy grace, And wilt confess their humble names

Before thy Father's face.

1 O Lord, our languid souls inspire,

For here we trust thou art!
Send down a coal of heavenly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.

2 Shew us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,

That we may render praise.

3 The feeling heart, the melting eye,

The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,

To make our graces grow.

4 May we in faith receive thy word,

In faith present our prayers; And in the presence of our Lord, Unbosom all our cares.

5 And may the gospel's joyful sound,

Enforc'd by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round,
To come, and fill the place.

182.

The Examples of Christ and the Saints. 1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the vail, and see

The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears: They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them, whence their vict'ry came; They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the LambTheir triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps he had trod;
(His zeal inspir'd their breath,)
And, foll'wing their incarnate God,
Possess'd the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

183.

Saturday night.

1 Begone, my worldly cares, away, Nor dare to tempt my sight; Let me begin th' ensuing day, Before I end this night.

2 Yes, let the work of pray'r and praise
Employ my heart and tongue;
Begin, my soul; thy Sabbath days
Can never be too long.

3 Let the past mercies of the week
Excite a grateful frame;
Nor let my tongue refuse to speak
Some good of Jesus' name.

4 On wings of expectation borne,
My hopes to heav'n ascend;
I long to welcome in the morn,
With thee the day to spend.

Abraham's Blessing on the Gentiles.

1 How large the promise-how divineTo Abra'am and his seed; "I'll be a God to thee and thine,

Supplying all their need!"

2 The words of his extensive love

From age to age endure;
The Angel of the cov❜nant proves,

And seals the blessing sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms,

To our great fathers given!
He takes young children in his arms,

And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the same;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the children's name.

186. Regeneration.

1 Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given,

Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,

Can raise a soul to heaven.

2 The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;-
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh;
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

187.

Various Success of the Gospel.

1 Christ and his cross is all our theme;
The myst'ries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,
And folly to the Greek.

2 But souls, enlighten'd from above,
With joy receive the word;

They see what wisdom, power, and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.

3 The vital savour of his name,
Restores their fainting breath:
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt, despair, and death.
4 Till God diffuse his graces down,
Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

188.

Not ashamed of the Gospel.

1 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God, I know his name,-
His name is all my trust:

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,

Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name,

Before his father's face;
And in the New Jerusalem

Appoint my soul a place.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide! Within thy circling arms I lie,

Beset on ev'ry side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove,

To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,
Secur❜d by sovereign love.

191.

Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator.

1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes

Up to the courts above;

And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.

2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flame;
Our God appear'd consuming fire,
And Vengeance was his name.

3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood,
That calm'd his frowning face;
That sprinkled o'er his burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace.

4 Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double flaming sword.

5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are open'd by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' Almighty throne.

192. Doxology.

Let God the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord.