2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain;

5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd
With the Redeemer's blood;

And helps my feeble hope to rest,
Upon a faithful God.

6 There, there unshaken would I rest,
'Till this vile body dies;

1

And then on faith's triumphant wings,
At once to glory rise.

J

CXXXII. L. M.

DODDridge.

The struggle between faith and unbelief.
Mark ix. 24.

ESUS, our soul's delightful choice,
In thee, believing, we rejoice;
Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief,
While faith contends with unbelief.
2. Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
But guilt and fears, and sorrows rise,
And hide the promise from our eyes.
3 O let not sin and Satan boast,

While saints lie mourning in the dust;

Nor see that faith to ruin brought, Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought. 4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; Reveal the glories of thy name; And put all anxious doubts to flight, As shades dispers'd by opening light. CXXXIII. S. M. Mount Ephraim Tune. RIPPON'S SELEC.

Weak Believers encouraged. OUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord Bid every string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home; And nearer to our house above, We every moment come.

3 His grace shall to the end

Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.

4 The time of love will come,

When we shall clearly see Not only that he shed his blood, But each shall say, FOR ME.

5 Tarry his leisure then,

Wait the appointed hour;
Wait till the bridegroom of your souls
Reveal his love with power.

6 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee! Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see.

FEAR OF GOD.

CXXXIV. C. M. DODdridge.

Being in the Fear of God all the day long. Prov. xxiii. 17.

THRICE happy souls, who born from hea

ven,

While yet they sojourn here,

Humbly begin their days with God,.
And spend them in his fear.

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal
Prevent the dawning day;
And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray!
3 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And, while the world our hands employs
Our hearts be thine alone;

4 As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought!
5 When to laborious duties call'd,
Or by temptations tried,

We'll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.

6 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With thee, amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee.

7 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;

And safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

8 In solid pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;

Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

CXXXV. C. M. Stamford Tune. NEEDHAM.
Fear of God. Prov. xvi 26.

1 HAPPY beyond description he
Who fears the Lord his God;
Who hears his threats with holy awe,
And trembles at his rod.

2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells
With it's fair partner love;
Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.

3 Let terrors fright the unwilling slave,
The child with joy appears;
Cheerful he does his Father's will,
And loves as much as fears.

4 Let fear and love, most holy God!
Possess this soul of mine,
Then shall I worship thee aright,
And taste thy joys divine.

FORTITUDE.

CXXXVI. C. M. WATTS'S SERMONS.

Holy Fortitude.*

1 Cor. xvi. 13.

1

AMI a soldier of the cross?

A follower of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease;

* See Zeal.

Though others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

CXXXVII. C. M. S. PEARCE.
Lines on the words of Ignatius when going to
Martyrdom,

"MEUM DESIDERIUM CRUCIFIXUM EST."

MY LOVE IS CRUCIFIED.

1 WARM was his heart, his faith was strong, Who thus in rapture cry'd,

When on his way to martyrdom,
My Love is crucified.

2 Warm also be my love for Him,
Who thus for sinners died;

Long as I live be this my theme,
My Love is crucified.

3 What Lover ere to win my heart,
So much has done beside;