My faith has fixt her eye
Guided by thee, through all ligo,
Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For thou art always nigh. i

2 Ten thousand snares my path beset,
Yet wilt thou, Lord, in me complete,
The work thou hast begun
Superior to the pains I feel,

Close by the gates of death and hell
The heavenly road I run.

3 Still will I strive, and labour still,
With humble zeal to do thy will,
And trust in thy defence;
My soul into thy hands I give,
And, if he can obtain thy leave,
Let Satan pluck me thence.

86. The Sun of Righteousness. CM.

For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light. PSALM XXXVI. 9.

ETERNAL Sun of Righteousness,
Display thy beams divine;
And cause the glories of thy face
Upon my heart to shine...

2 Light in thy light, O may I see,

Thy grace and mercy prove;
Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and blest by thee,
The GoD of pard'ning love.

3 Lift up thy countenance serene,
And let thy happy child

Behold, without a cloud between,
My Father reconcil'd.

4 JESUS, thy promis'd peace bestow
On me, through grace forgiven;
The holy joys of faith below,
And then the joys of heav'n.

87. Various. 148th.

Being made so much better than the Angels, as he hath by inheritance obtained a more excellent name than they. HEBREWS i. 4.

JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That mortals ever knew,

That angels ever bore:

All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set our Saviour forth.

2 Great Prophet of our GOD,

Our tongues would bless thy name!
By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came :

The joyful news of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd and peace with heav'n.

3 JESUS our great High Priest,

Offer'd his blood and died:

My guilty soul shall seek

No sacrifice beside :

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His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. Almighty gracious Lord!

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Our Conqueror and our King! Thy sceptre and thy sword, t Thy reigning grace we sing: Thine is the pow'r-O may we sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet!

88. The same. 148th.

Array'd in mortal flesh,
The Cov'nant-Angel stands:
And holds the promises

And pardons in his hands:
Commission'd from his Father's throne
To make his grace to mortals known.

Be thou our Counsellor,"

Our Pattern, and our Guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep us near thy side:
O let our feet ne'er run astray,
Nor wander from the heavenly way.

We'd hear our Shepherd's voice,
Whose watchful eye doth keep
Poor tempted souls among

The thousands of his sheep

He feeds his flocks, he calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.

4 Our Advocate appears,
For our defence on high:
In love the Father hears,
And lays his thunder by:

Thro' him our prayers acceptance gain,
Thro' him we hope in heaven to reign.

5 Then let our souls arise,
And tread the tempter down;
Our Captain leads us forth,
To conquest and a crown:
March on nor fear to win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

89. Vine. C. M.

I am the vine, ye are the branches: he that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit; for without me ye can do nothing.—JOHN xv. 5.

JESUS, immutably the same!

Thou true and living vine!
Around thy all-supporting stem
My feeble arms I twine.

2 Quicken'd by thee, and kept alive,
I flourish and bear fruit:
My life I from thy sap derive,
My vigour from thy root.

3 I can do nothing without thee;
My strength is wholly thine:
Wither'd and barren should I be,
If sever'd from the vine.

4 Upon my leaf, when parch'd with heat, Refreshing dew shall drop;

The plant, which thy right hand hath Shall ne'er be rooted

up.

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5 Each moment, water'd by thy care,
And fenc'd with power divine,
Fruit to eternal life shall bear
The feeblest branch of thine.

90. Vine. 7s.

I am the true vine. Abide in me and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye except ye abide in me.-JOHN xv. 1, 4.

SON of GOD, thy blessing grant,
Still supply my every want;
Tree of Life, thine influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.

2 Tenderest branch, alas! am I;
Wither without thee, and die;
Weak as helpless infancy-
O confirm my soul in thee!
3 Unsustain'd by thee, I fall;
Send the strength for which I call:
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I every moment need.

4 All my hopes on thee depend:
Love me, save me, to the end;
Give me the continuing grace :-
Thine the everlasting praise.