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Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r,
The healing balm to give ;
And make the dying live.
Where deathless pleasures reign ; and bids me seek my portion there,
Nor bids me seek in vain ; 5 Shews me the precious promise, seal'd
With the Redeemer's blood; And helps my feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.
Till this vile body dies :
HYMN 125. Eights.
Faith Conquering. THE moment a sinner believes,
1 And trusts in a crucify'd God, His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full through his blood. 'Tis faith that still leads us along,
And lives under pressure and load, That makes us in weakness more strong,
And draws the soul upward to God. 2 It treads on the world and on hell,
It vanquishes death and despair : And Oh ! let us wonder to tell,
It wrestles and conquers by prayer.
Permits a vile worm of the dust,
With God to commune as a friend ; To hope his forgiveness as just,
And look for his love to the end. 3 It says to the mountains,“ depart,"
That stand between God and the soul; It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole ; Bids sins of a crimson-like dye
Be spotless as snow, and as white ;
HYMN 126. C. M.
• Faith Superior to Sense. SIGHT, hearing, feeling, taste and smell,
Are gifts we highly prize ;
While faith to heav'n doth rise.
Faith views the world unknown ; Surveys the glorious realms of light,
And JESUS on the throne.
And ponders what he saith!
Have each a voice to faith.
And from the boundless source, Derives fresh vigor ev'ry hour
To run its daily course.
Are suited to its taste ;
To faith's perpetual feast.
6 Till saving faith possess the mind,
In vain of sense we boast ;
HYMN 127. Sevens and Sixes.
Divine Light breaking into the Soul. SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings ; It is the Lord who rises
With healing on his wings ; When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue,
And find it ever new :
We cheerfully can say,
Bring with it what it may.
But he will bear us thro', Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too :
No creature but is fed ;
Will give his children bread,
Their wonted fruit should hear, Tho' all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there ;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
HYMN 128. C. M.
Great God, behold my case !
Nor drive me from thy face.
Thy justice all in flames,
So hard, so full of crimes.
I fear, but can't relent,
Oh, that I could repent!
My duties black with guilt ;
Tho'Jesu's blood was spilt ?
I see an op'ning hell;
Such glory who can tell !
I feel a gracious God :
Sound his high praise abroad!
7 Now rise, my soul, adore and loves
Leave sin and hell behind ;
HYMN 129. L. M.
On the Hardness of the Heart. OH, for a glance of heav'nly day,
To take the stubborn stone away ; And thaw with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake; The sea can roar, the mountains shake ; Of feeling all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 Thy judgments, Lord, unmov'd I hear, (Amazing thought !) which devils fear; Goodness and wrath in vain combine, To stir this stupid heart of mine. 4. To hear the sorrow thou hast felt, Dear Lord, an adamant would melt ; But I can read each moving line, And nothing move this hear of mine. 5 But pow'r divine can do the deed, And much to feel that pow'r I need ; Thy Spirit can from dross refine, And move and melt this heart of mine. 6 Then, dearest Lord, thy Spirit give, And inake my drooping lieart revive; No longer then shall I repine, No longer mourn this heart of mine.