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2 Yes, in the Gospel's faithful lines, JEHOVAH's grace and mercy shines; There, dress'd in love, the SAVIOUR stands, With pitying eye, and outstretch'd hands.
3 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes,
5 And shall my trembling soul complain, "I sought relief, but sought in vain? "That JESUS, who for sinners died; "Heard all my groans, and still denied?"
6 LORD, prostrate at thy feet I lie,
364. Troubled, but making the Lord his Refuge. C.M.
I will wait upon the LORD, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.-ISA. viii. 17.
DEAR refuge of my weary soul,
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
3 [But Oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,
4 Yet, gracious LORD, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust,
And still my soul would cleave to thee, Tho' prostrate in the dust.]
5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of Sov'reign Grace,
6 No; still the ear of Sov'reign Grace
may I ever find access
7 Thy mercy-seat is open still:
865. Cast down, get Trusting in the Lord. 8-7-4
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in GOD; for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my GOD.-PSALM xliii. 5.
O MY soul, what means this sadness?
Thou by faith with him art one. 2 What tho' Satan's strong temptations Harass thee from day to day, And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay; Thou shalt conquer, Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood.
3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee
To perform his gracious word.
4 Tho' distresses now attend thee,
366. Rejoicing in the Lord under Privations. Ss.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, &c.-yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the GOD of my salvation.-HAB. iii. 17, 18.
AH! why this disconsolate frame?
2 What can be the pleasures to me,
And, if the REDEEMER could part,
3 Though riches to others be given,
Their corn and their vintage abound; Yet, if I have treasure in heaven, Where should my affections be found? Why stoop for the glittering sands Which they are so eager to share, Forgetting those wealthier lands That form my inheritance there? 4 Do thou, LORD, my spirit refine, My wand'ring affections recal; Then-be there no fruit in the vine, Deserted and empty the stall ; The long-labour'd olive may die, The field may no harvest afford; Yet under the gloomiest sky, My soul shall rejoice in her LORD.
5 Yea, let the rude tempest assail,