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2 Shouldst thou my body crush to dust,
HYMN 162. Tens.
The Backslider's Return.
The gath'ring clouds of darkness and despair; Lord, lend thilie ear! Oh! hear a sinner's cry! And save a wretch thy law condemns to die! 2 Long has thy gospel sounded in mine ears,
And once I thu'! I made thy ways my choice; But now, alas! o'erwhelm'd with gloomy fears, I scarce can hear my heav'nly Shepherd's
Oh, shine again! revive my drooping heart; Subdue my foes, and bid my fears depart! 3 Entangled with the world's delusive charms,
Mine enemies against my soul prevail ;
While guilt and unbelief my hope assail :
And can I trust thy faithfulness in vain ?
And wilt thou not thy people's cause maintain? Then shine again, my fainting soul restore, And hold me with thy hand to fall no more!
HYMN 163. Eights and Sixes.
Healing from a view of the Cross.
The patient look'd and livd. 2 Buitou
what healing to the heart, Doth lexu's greater cross impart,
Tothose that seek a cure ?
While life and breath endure.
And peris! in their pride ;
From Jesu’s bleeding side.
4 May we then view the matchless cross,
No other gain desire!
And thankfully admire.
Thee, we Physician call :
HYMN 164. C. M.
Y times of sorrow and of joy,
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.
Yet would I not repine ;
They were entirely thine.
Tho' the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone. 4 What is the world, with all its store ?
'Tis a deceitful cheat; When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A picrcing thorn I meet. 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mix'd with gall; 'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends,
Be thou my all in all.
HYMN 165. C. M.
LORD, my best desires fulfil,
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears ? 3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee; Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me. 4. Thy favor, all my journey thro',
Thou art engag’d to grant ; What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
Shall I resist them both ?
And crush'd before the moth!
Still bind me to thy sway;
HYMN 166. C.M.
ND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?
Much more than this for me.
2 Yes, let it gomone look from thee
Will more than make amends, For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends. 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear, Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!
A single smile obtain,
HYMN 167. C. M.
Are men of honor still. 2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Tho' to their hurt they swear: Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.
Nor flatt'ring words devise :
Thro' ev'ry false disguise.
Whatever shape it wears, They love the truth- and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs. 5 Lo! from afar the Lord descends,
And brings the judgment down ;