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2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour,
5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd . Intent to aggravate my woe; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem❜d, *Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
6 Lord, why is this?' I trembling cried; Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" 'Tis in this way,' the Lord reply'd, I answer prayer for grace and faith: 7 These inward trials I employ,
From self and pride to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 'That thou may'st seek thy all in me.'
JONAH iv. 8.
343. Spiritual Decay. C. M.
Oh that I were as in months past.—JOB xxix. 2. SWEET was the time when first I felt The SAVIOUR'S pard'ning blood Apply'd, to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,
3. In vain the tempter spreads his wiles, The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my SAVIOUR'S Smiles, And lean'd upon his arm.
4 In pray'r my soul drew near the LORD, And saw his glory shine:
And when I read his holy word,
5 Then to his saints I often spoke, Of what his love had done;
But now my heart is almost broke,
6 Now, when the evening shade prevails,
7 My pray'rs are now a chatt'ring noise, For JESUS hides his face;
I read, the promise meets my eyes,
8 Now Satan threatens to prevail,
344. Walking in Darkness. C. M. Who is among you that feareth the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light? let him trust in the name of the LORD, and stay upon his GOD.-ISAIAH 1. 10.
HEAR,gracious GoD,my humble moan,
2 My Gob-O could I make the claim-
3 By ev'ry name of power and love,
4 Yet tho' my soul in darkness mourns,
5 Speak, gracious Lord, and bid thy peace Relieve my aching heart;
O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
845. The Evil Heart. S.M.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.-JER. Xvii. 9.
2. What crowds of evil thoughts,
ASTONISH'D and distress'd,
My heart with loads of guilt opprest,
Almighty King of Saints,
Then shall my cheerful voice
346. Under the hidings of God's Countenance. L.M.
Save me, O GOD, for the waters are come in unto my soul. PSALM lxix. 1.
GOD of my life, to thee I call,
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor! 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vaiu?
4 [That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer?
5 Fair is the lot, that's cast for me;
6 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot,