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5 In Jesus is our store;

Grace issues from his throne;
Whoever says, "I want no more,"
Confesses he has none.


1 WEAK and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.

C. M.

Human Frailty.

2 Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.


3 Bound on a voyage of awful length,
Through dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

4 But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast ; The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.


C. M.

God the Source of Strength. Is. xl. 28-31. 1 SUPREME in wisdom, as in power, The Rock of ages stands;

Though him thou canst not see, nor trace The working of his hands.


2 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart,
And courage in the evil hour
His heavenly aids impart.

3 Mere human power shall fast decay,
And youthful vigor cease;

But they who wait upon the Lord,
In strength shall still increase.

4 They with unwearied feet shall tread
The path of life divine;

With growing ardor onward move,
With growing brightness shine.

5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar;
Their wings are faith and love;
Till, past the cloudy regions here,
They rise to heaven above.


C. M.

God the Salvation of his People.

1 HOW long shall dreams of creature-bliss Our flattering hopes employ,


And mock our fond, deluded eyes
With visionary joy?

2 Why from the mountains and the hills
Is our salvation sought,

While our eternal Rock's forsook,
And Israel's God forgot?

3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view;
Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil,
Our broken cisterns hew.

4 These fatal errors, gracious God,
With gentle pity see;
To thee our roving eyes direct,
And fix our souls on thee.


C. M.

God supplying the Wants of his People.
1 MY God, how cheerful is the sound!
How pleasant to repeat!

Well may that heart with pleasure bound,
Where God hath fixed his seat.

2 What want shall not our God supply
From his redundant stores ?
What streams of mercy from on high
An arm almighty pours!


3 From Christ, the ever-living Spring,
These ample blessings flow;
Prepare, my lips, his name to sing,
Whose heart hath loved us so.

4 Now to our Father and our God Be endless glory given,

Through all the realms of man's abode,
And through the highest heaven.


L. M.

Divine Influences compared to Rain.
1 AS showers on meadows newly mown,
Our God shall send his Spirit down;
Eternal Source of grace divine,
What soul-refreshing drops are thine!


2 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
While every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

3 Nor let these blessings be confined
To me, but poured on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.


L. M.

Living Water.

1 BLEST Savior! Source of grace divine,
What soul-refreshing streams are thine!
O, bring these healing waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.


2 No traveller, through desert lands, 'Midst scorching suns and burning sands, More eager longs for cooling rain, Or pants the current to obtain.

3 Our longing souls aloud would sing,
"Spring up, celestial fountain, spring;
To a redundant river flow,

And cheer this thirsty land below."

4 May this blest torrent, near my side,
Through all the desert gently glide,
Then, in Immanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love!



L. M.


The healing Stream flowing from God, the Fountain. Ez. xlvii. 8, 9.

1 GREAT Source of being and of love!
Thou waterest all the worlds above;
And all the joys we mortals know
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.

2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple, cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.

3 The limpid stream, with sudden force,
Swells to a river in its course;
Through desert realms its windings play,
And scatter blessings all the way.

4 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odors give,
And on their fruit the nations live.

5 To the dead sea the waters flow,
And carry healing as they go;
Its poisonous dregs their power confess,
And all its shores the fountain bless.

6 Flow, wondrous stream, with glory crowned,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave,
To him who all thy virtues gave.


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