3 [When he came, he found us guilty; We had broken all his laws: When he look'd, he saw us filthy: All corrupt our nature was. Thus he saw our hopeless case: 'Twas a time to show his grace.

4 Yes, 'twas grace beyond all measure,
When he bid such sinners live:
Laid aside such just displeasure,
And determin'd to forgive.
But he chose our hopeless case,
With a view to show his grace.]
5 And shall we be found forgetful,

Of the Lord who thus forgave?
Lord, our hearts are most deceitful;

'Tis in thee our strength we have: Should'st thou let thy people go, They'd forget how much they owe. 6 From thy love let nothing sever;

Leave us not: but with thy strength
Keep, O SAVIOUR, keep us ever,

Till we see thy face at length:
Hold thy helpless people fast:
Save us, Lord, from first to last.

301. A Soldier of Christ. 8-7-4.

He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be this GOD, and he shall be my Son.-REV. xxi. 7. IF our warfare be laborious,

Soon the strife will reach a close: Rest is sweet, secure, and glorious, That from prosp'rous warfare flows: Doubly precious After labour is repose.

2 [Once our choice was peace inglorious; Then we yielded to our foes: Warfare now, howe'er laborious,

We thro' grace have learnt to choose.
Glorious warfare!

Leading to secure repose,]

3 Are there many foes before us,
Standing to oppose our way?
Yet they shall not overpow'r us;
This with boldness we may say:
Since JEHOVAH
Keeps his people night and day.
4 [Are we blind and prone to error?
GOD vouchsafes to be our guide:
Are we faint and full of terror?

He himself is on our side.

'Tis sufficient,

GOD our SAVIOUR will provide.]

5 When thro' him we prove victorious,
'Then will strife and labour cease:
Then our triumph will be glorious :
Then his people dwell at ease:
And their portion
Will be everlasting peace.

302. Thirsting for God. LM.

My soul thirsteth for GOD, for the living GOD.-PSALM xlii. 2.

I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, IMMANUEL, all forbid,
That I should seek my pleasures there.

2 It was the sight of thy dear cross First wean'd my soul from earthly things;

And taught me to esteem as dross
The worldling's joys, the pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows;
And makes a wretched thoru like me,
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose,
4 Blest fountain of delight unknown!
Source of all good, and joy supreme!
Still on my thirsting soul pour down
A living and life-giving stream!

5 For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit, than I.

303. Trusting in the Lord as his Refuge. C. M.

According to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness sake, O Lord.-PSALM XXV. 7.

OTHOU from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to thee:

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
JESUS, remember me.

2 When on my mourning burden'd heart My sins lie heavily,

My pardon speak, new peace impart:
In love remember me.

3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee;

O give me strength, Lord, as my day; For good remember me.

4 If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame and reproaches be;

All hail reproach, and welcome shame!
If thou remember me.

5 The hour is near, consign'd to death,
I own the just decree;
SAVIOUR, with my last parting breath,
I'll cry "remember me."

304. Thankful. C.M.

What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits towards me? I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord.-PSALM CXVI. 12, 13.

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FOR mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From JESUS my Redeemer's hands,
My soul what canst thou give?

2 Alas from such a heart as mine,.
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stain'd and dy'd with sin,
My all is nothing worth.

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all he has bestow'd;
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my GoD.

4 The best return for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.

5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe him most.