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3 [When he came, he found us guilty;
We had broken all his laws:
All corrupt our nature was.
'Twas a time to show his grace. 4 Yes, 'twas grace beyond all measure,
When he bid such sinners live:
And determin'd to forgive.
With a view to show his grace.]
Of the Lord who thus forgave ?
'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
Till we see thy face at length;
301. A Soldier of Christ. lm744. He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be
Jhis God, and he shall be my Son.-Rev. xxi. 7.
Soon the strife will reach a close:
After labour is repose. 2 [Once our choice was peace inglorious;
Then we yielded to our foes:
Leading to secure repose,]
Standing to oppose our way?
Keeps his people night and day. 4 [Are we blind and prone to error?
God vouchsafes to be our guide:
5 When thro' him we prove victorious,
Then will strife and labour cease :
And their portion
302. Thirsting for God. LM.
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living GOD.--PSALM
I THIRST, but not as once I did,
That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross First wean’d my soul from earthly
The worldling's joys, the pompof kings. 3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows;
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose, 4 Blest fountain of delight unknown!,
Source of all good, and joy supreme !
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:
Jesus, remember me. 2 When on my mourning burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,
In love remember me.
And ills I cannot flee;
For good remember me.
Shame and reproaches be;
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 to-,
wards me? I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord.-Psalm cxvi. 12, 13. FOR mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
My soul what canst thou give ? 2 Alas from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My all is nothing worth.
For all he has bestow'd ;
And call upon my God.
So wretched and so poor,
And ask him still for more. 5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
That I shall owe him most.