GRACES OF THE SPIRIT. 183.

Into thy rest of love receive,
And bless me with the calm repose.

5 E'en now my weary soul release,
And raise me by thy grcious hand!
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land,

'D'

IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me?

And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread
To suffer shame or loss;
Oh, let me in thy footsteps tread,
And glory in thy cross.

3 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And holy courage bold;

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.

4 Say to my soul, "Why dost thou fear
The face of feeble clay?
Behold thy Saviour ever near,

Will guard thee in the way."

5 Oh, how my soul would rise and run,
At this reviving word:
Nor any painful suff'rings shun,
To follow thee, my Lord.

6 Let sinful men reproach, defame,
And call me what they will,
If I may glorify thy name,
And be thy servant still.

HYMN 184. C. M.

BARBAULD.

Charity.

1B Feels all another's pain;

LEST is the man whose soft'ning heart

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never rais'd in vain:

2 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth

A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief:

His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.

4 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow:

He views, thro' mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

5 He, from the bosom of his God,
Shall present peace receive

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

HYMN 185.

C. M.

COWPER,

Comforts-true and false. GOD, whose favorable eye The sin-sick soul revives; Holy and heav'nly is the joy,

Thy shining presence gives.

2 This hypocrites have ne'er believ'd,
They judge with graceless hearts;
Swell'd with their pride, they are deceiv'd
By Satan's wily arts.

3 Unholy, selfish joys are theirs;

And while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,
They're plunging into night.

4 Lull'd in a soft and formal sleep,
They sin, and yet rejoice;
Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,
They sure would hear his voice.

5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim
The soul from Satan's pow'r;

That make me blush for what I am,
And hate my sin the more.

6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie;

Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

HYMN 186.

L. P. M.

D. R.

1

Confidence in the Mediator. Heb. iv. 15.

WHEN gathering clouds around I

view,

And days are dark and friends are few, On him I lean, who not in vain, Experienc'd every human pain;

He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he who felt temptation's pow'r
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.

3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile
Divides me-for a little while,-

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
4 And Oh, when I have safely past
Thro' every conflict-but the last,

Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed,-for thou hast died Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.

HYMN 187. C. M.

RYLAND.

Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4.

1 GRANT, Lord, I may delight in thee,

And on thy care depend;

To thee in every trouble flee,
My best my only friend.

2 No good in creatures can be found,
But all is found in thee;
I must be blessed and abound,
While thou art God to me.

3 Oh, that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the veil,

To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.

4 O Lord, I cast my care on thee,
I triumph and adore;

Henceforth my great concern shall be, To love and please thee more.

1

COWPER.

Contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15.

THE

HE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;