4

5

No Eden, breathing vernal sweets,
No Paradise below,

Nor Glory, if a graceless state,
Can half my wish bestow:

I feel no place can bliss impart,

Till Christ and grace have cheer'd my

A little genuine grace insures

The death of all my sins;

heart.

With more, my bliss shall more increase,
With much my heaven begins:

I'm sure no place can bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have fill'd my heart.

6 Then, O my disappointed soul,
No longer rove from home;

7

Fly not to earth, to hell, nor heaven,
But to the REFUGE come :

Not heaven can perfect bliss impart,
Till Christ and grace have fix'd my heart.

Now, Holy Dove, on thy soft wings,

Waft me to Jesus' breast,

There, if I fly, I cannot fail

To find the promis'd rest:

For all his grace he will impart,
This shall beatify my heart.

306 (1st P.) L.M. Lewton 30.

Rowles 72.

The Christian's Temptations moderated, a Proof of God's Fidelity. 1 Cor. x. 13.

1 NOW let the feeble all be strong,

And make Jehovah's arm their song: His shield is spread o'er every saint; And, thus supported, who shall faint? 2. What tho' the hosts of hell engage With mingled cruelty and rage! A faithful God restrains their hands, And chains them down in iron bands.

3 Bound by his word, he will display
A strength proportion'd to our day:
And, when united trials meet,

Will show a path of safe retreat.
4 Thus far we prove that promise good,
Which JESUS ratified with blood:
Still he is gracious, wise, and just;
And still in him let Israel trust.

DR. DODDRIDGE.

306 (2d P.) 7s. Bath Abbey 147. Alcester 213.

Welcoming the Cross; or, Trials sanctified.

1 'TIS my blessedness below

Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's pow'r to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all-
This is happiness to me.

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2 GOD, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet ;

Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,-

Lay me low, and keep me there.
3 Did I meet no trials here-

No chastisement by the way—
Might. I not, with reason, fear
I should prove a cast-away?
Bastards may escape the rod,*
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not would not if he might.

*Heb. xii. 8.

COWPER

306 (3d P.) S. M. Wirksworth 158. Eagle Street New 55.

Call upon me in the day of trouble, I will deliver thee, &c.
Psalm 1. 15.-2 Chron. xv. 4.

"The Christian man is never long at ease,

When one fright's gone, another doth him seize."

1 THE troubles of the Saint Are constant as his days,

2

3

And when in trouble, if he prays,
The accuser comes and says,-
Thou hast restrained pray'r
Before the God of

grace,

And were it not for trouble now
Thou wouldst not seek his face.
Ah, what can I reply?

Shall I pretend to say,

That were I now from trouble free
I heartily should pray?

4 This, this is my reply,

5

That God has said to me,
Because thou art in trouble call,
And I'll deliver thee.

Then, Lord, if I have gone
In smiling days astray,

In trouble let me on thee call
Until my dying day.

307 L. M. Chard 175. Derby 169.

1

The Ministry of Angels.

BUNYAN.

GREAT God! what hosts of angels stand,
In shining ranks at thy right hand,

Array'd in robes of dazzling light,
With pinions stretch'd for distant flight!
Immortal fires! seraphic flames!
Who can recount their various names?
In strength and beauty they excel;
For near the throne of GoD they dwell.

380

3 How eagerly they wish to know
The duties he would have them do ;
What joy their active spirits feel
To execute their Sov'reign's will!
4 Hither, at his command, they fly
To guard the beds on which we lie,
To shield our persons night and day,
And scatter all our fears away.
5 [Aghast the hostile Syrian band
Around the helpless prophet stand,
While mighty Gabriel downward flies,
And with his chariot fills the skies.
6 Herod attempts, but all in vain,
To bind a Peter with his chain;
At one soft word an angel speaks
The massy chain asunder breaks.]
7 Send, O my God! some angel down,
(Tho' to a mortal eye unknown,)
To guide and guard my doubtful way
Up to the realms of endless day.

308 C. M. Charmouth 28. Worksop 31. Walking in Darkness, and trusting in GOD. Isaiah i. 10.

1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs;

When will the mournful night be gone,
And when my joys arise?

2 MY GOD O could I make the claim-
My father and my friend-

And call thee mine by every name
On which thy saints depend!-

3 By every name of power and love,
I would thy grace entreat:

Nor should my humble hopes remove,
Nor leave thy sacred seat.

4 Yet tho' my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy word is all my stay;

Here would I rest till light returns,
Thy presence makes my day.

5 Speak; LORD! and bid celestial peace
Relieve my aching heart;

O smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
And all the gloom depart.

6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
`And bless thy healing rays,

And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise.

STEELE.

309 S. M. Stoke 207. Harborough 142. Complaining-The Good that I would, I do not. Rom. vii. 19..

1 I WOULD, but cannot sing,

2

3

4

5

6

I would, but cannot pray;

For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.

I would, but can't repent,
Tho' l endeavour oft;

This stony heart can ne'er relent

Till JESUS make it soft.

I would, but cannot love,
Tho' woo'd by love divine :

No arguments have power to move
A soul so base as mine.

I would, but cannot rest

In God's most holy will:

I know what he appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still.

O could I but believe!

Then all would easy be;

I would, but cannot-LORD! relieve, :
My help must come from thee!

But if indeed I would,

Tho' I can nothing do;

Yet the desire is something good,
To thee my praise is due.