All those who now are born again,
And in Christ Jesus do remain,
All such as those we need not fear,
They will enjoy a happy year.
9 But true religion still we find,
Gives the most peace unto the mind;
Possessors of it will appear,
To wish us all a happy year.
On the great duty of prayer.
HAT var'ous hindrances we meet
In coming to the mercy seat;
Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there.
2 Pray'r makes the darkest clouds withdraw,
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings ev'ry blessing from above.
3 Restraining pray'r we cease to fight, Pray'r makes the christian's armour bright: And satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 When Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Isr'el's side:
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amaleck prevail'd.
5 Have you no words? ah think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow creatures' ears
With the sad tale of all your cares.
6 Were half our breath, thus vainly spent,
To heav'n in supplication sent,
Our cheerful songs would often be,
Hear what the Lord has done for me.
HYMN 76. L. M.
The work of a Minister
EFORE thy throne eternal King,
Their tribute of united praise,
For heav'nly news and peaceful days.
2 We sing the conquest of thy sword,
And publish loud thy healing word:
While angels sound thy glorious name,
Thy saving grace our lips proclaim.
3 Thy various service we esteem,
Our sweet employ, our bliss supreme
And while we feel thy heav'nly love,
We burn like seraphims above.
Nor seraphs there can ever raise,
With us an equal song of praise :
They are the noblest work of God,
But we the purchase of his blood,
5 Still in thy work we would abound,
Still prune the vine or plow the ground;
Thy sheep with wholesome pasture feed,
And watch them with unweari'd heed.
6 Thou art our Lord, our life, our love,.
Our care below, our crown above;
Thy praise shall be our blest employ,
Thy presence our eternal joy.
ESUS drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone,
Tares the graves and mountains up,
By his expiring groan :
Lo! the pow'rs of heaven he shakes,..
Nature in convulsion lies,
Earth's profoundest centre quakes,
The great Jehovah dies.
2 Dies the glorious cause of all,
The true eternal plan
Falls. to raise us from our fall,
Well may sol withdraw his light,
With the suff'rer sympathize,
Leave the world in sudden night,
While his creator dies.
3 O my God he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!
Seeing him hanging on the tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!
O that all to thee might turn;
Sinners ye may love him too,
Look on him ye pierc'd, and mourn
For one who bled for you.
4 Weep o'er your desire and hope
With tears of humblest love:
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthron'd above; Lives our head to die no more, Pow'r is all to Jesus given, Worship'd as he was before,
Th'immortal king of heav'n.
AIL the day that sees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
Christ a while to mortals giv'n
Re-ascends his native heaven,
There the pompous triumph waits;
"Lift up your heads, eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radient scene,
"Take the King of glory in !"
2 Him though highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own;
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our places,
Harbinger of human race.
3 Master (may we ever say)
Taken from our head to day,
See thy faithful servant, see,
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, though parted from our sight;
High above yon azure height,-
Grant our hearts may thither ise,
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love,
Looking when our Lord shall come
Longing, gasping after home;
There we shall with thee remain
Partners of thine endless reign,
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heav'ns in thee.
For a person under temptation
ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none:
Hangs my helpless soul on thee-
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All mine help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind;
Just and holy is thy name :
I am all unrighteousness!
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee I found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within
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