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HYMN 138. L M [451]

HERE at thy cross, my Saviour-God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love!
O wash me, Jesus, in thy blood,
And fit me for a throne above!

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence, Moveless and firm this heart should lie ; Resolved, for that's my last defence,

If I must perish, here to die.

3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade ?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.

4 I'm safe, and nought my soul shall harm;
Thy blood shall cleanse my guilt away;
Thy voice each rising fear shall calm,
And guide me up to realms of day!

HYMN 139. C. M. [381]

I WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bowed to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.
2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit,
Where, mourning long I lay ;
And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue,
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new thankful song.

4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,
The saints with joy shall hear;

And sinners learn to make my God,
Their only hope and fear.

HYMN 140. L. M. [457]

"TIS by the faith of joys to come,

We walk thro' deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home,

Faith is our guide-and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies ; She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she pries,

And brings eternal glories near.
3 Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar—and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
HYMN 141. C. M. [457]
FAITH is the brightest evidence
Of things beyond our sight;
It pierces through the veil of sense,
And dwells in heavenly light.
2 It sets time past in present view,
Brings distant prospects home,
Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

3 By faith we know the world was made
By God's almighty word;

We know the heavens and earth shall fade,
And be again restored.

4 Abrah'm obeyed the Lord's command
From his own country driven;
By faith he sought a promised land,
But found his rest in heaven.

HYMN 142. S. M. [458]

FAITH 'tis a precious grace,
Where'er it is bestowed;

It boasts a high celestial birth,
And is the gift of God.

2 Jesus it owns as King,
And all-atoning Priest;
It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in Christ,
3 To him it leads the soul,

When filled with deep distress;
Flies to the fountain of his blood,
And trusts his righteousness.

4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free,

Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son,
To work this faith in me.

HYMN 143. C. M. [459]

MISTAKEN souls that dream of heaven
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!

2 Vain are our fancy's airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;

None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living head;

3 "Tis faith that purifies the heart;
"Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 This faith shall every fear control, By its celestial power;

With holy triumph fill the soul

In death's approaching hour.

PRAYER AND INTERCESSION.

HYMN 144 L. P. M. [67]
Wrestling Jacob.

COME, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name,

Look on thy hands and read it there:
But, who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
3 In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold;
Art thou the man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

4 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long:

I rise superior to my pain:

When I am weak then I am strong
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-Man prevail.

5 Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquer'd by my instant prayer:
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if thy name be Love.

6 'Tis love! 'tis love! thou didst for me;
I hear thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal love thou art:
To me, to all, thy bowels move,
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
7 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend:
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy nature and thy name is love.

HYMN 145. L. M. [68]

GREAT God, indulge my humble claim,
Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name,
Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God!
And I am thine by sacred ties,

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands,

Pant for the cooling water brook-
4 E'en life itself, without thy love,
No lasting pleasure can afford;
Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banished from thee, Lord!
5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise:
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.

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