I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

1 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden

prove,

The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r,
My heart from ev'ry sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

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HYMN 138.

Penitential Gratitude.

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When aw'd by guilt and fear,

To heav'n for grace thou durst not sue,

And found no rescue here:

2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell'd each bitter care;

For heav'n itself has lent its aid
To save thee from despair.

3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil,
And, from thy mercy's throne,
Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will,
And to resist mine own:

4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ
Thy mercy to adore;

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While heav'n itself proclaims with joy,
"One pardon'd sinner more!"

HYMN 139..

OCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;

Let the water and the blood,
From thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,

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Save from wrath, and make me pure.

2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,

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This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne;
Rock of ages! cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee!

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HYMN 140.

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AITH is the Christian's evidence
Of things unseen by mortal eye;
It passes all the bounds of sense,
And penetrates the inmost sky.

2 Things absent it can set in view,

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And bring far distant prospects home;
Events long past it can renew,

And long foresee the things to come, 3 With strong persuasion, from afar

The heav'nly region it surveys,
Embraces all the blessings there,
And here enjoys the promises.

4 By faith a steady course we steer,

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Through ruffling storms and swelling seas,
O'ercome the world, keep down our fear,
And still possess our souls in peace.

5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears
Safe and serene, though oft distress'd;
By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest,

HYMN 141.

ROMANS Viii. 31-34.

LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and wo! Y
If God be for us, God the Lord!
Who, who shall be our foe?

2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live,

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That boundless love can give?

3 Who now his people shall accuse?
"Tis God hath justifi'd:

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Who now his people shall condemn ?
The Lamb of God hath died.

4 And he who died hath ris'n again,
Triumphant from the grave:

At God's right hand for us he pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

ELUDED souls! that dream of heav'n,
And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,

While they are slaves to lust!

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,
If faith be cold and dead;

None but a living pow'r unites
To Christ, the living Head.

3 The faith which new-creates the heart
And works by active love,
Wilt bid all sinful joys depart,
And lift the thoughts above.

4 God from the curse has set us free
To make us pure within;
Nor did he send his Son to be

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HYMN 143.

Christ our Refuge.

JESUS, Saviour of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,

While the waves of trouble 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!

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2 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 my hope from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

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With the shadow of thy wing.

HYMN 144.

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TOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled :

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,
"I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;

"I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
'Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
"The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow;
"For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
"And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 " When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
"My grace all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
"The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
5 "The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose,
"I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

"That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake,
"I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake."

HOPE.

HYMN 145.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace,

Rise, from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place:

Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepar'd above.

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2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour will return,

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To take thee to the skies: There is everlasting peace,

Rest, enduring rest in heav'n; There, will sorrow ever cease, And crowns of joy be giv'n.

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HYMN 146.

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HILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey, let us sing;
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways
2 We are trav'lling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam,
Christ conducts us to our home.
4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

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HYMN 147.

WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall;

So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all:

4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul
Shall find eternal rest;

Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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(c. M.)