2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, Of love to God and heavenly things, 3 The wounded conscience knows its power 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd And helps my feeble hope to rest, 6 There, there unshaken would I rest, 1 And then on faith's triumphant wings, J CXXXII. L. M. DODDridge. The struggle between faith and unbelief. ESUS, our soul's delightful choice, 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; 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; 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,. 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal And, while the world our hands employs 4 As sanctified to noblest ends, We'll seek the shelter of thy wings, 6 As different scenes of life arise, 7 At night we lean our weary heads And safely folded in thine arms, 8 In solid pure delights, like these, Nor shall I then impatient wish, CXXXV. C. M. Stamford Tune. NEEDHAM. 1 HAPPY beyond description he 2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells 3 Let terrors fright the unwilling slave, 4 Let fear and love, most holy God! 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, 2 Must I be carried to the skies, * See Zeal. Though others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of victory through the skies, CXXXVII. C. M. S. PEARCE. "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, 2 Warm also be my love for Him, Long as I live be this my theme, 3 What Lover ere to win my heart, |