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HYMN 192. Sevens.

Flying to Christ under Temptation. JESS CESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest still is high ; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the haven guide,

Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have Į none,

Lo! I helpless hang on thee: Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,

Lest I basely shrink and flee ; Thou art all my trust and aid,

All my help from thee I bring : Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing! 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

Boundless love in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness, Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within ; Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee : Reign, O Lord, within my heart,

Reign to all eternity.

HYMN 193. L, M. Hypocrites, or the blasted Fig-tree. Mark xi. 20.

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Against the tree which bare no fruit,
More dreadful than the lightning's stroke,
Blasted and dry'd it to the root.
2 How many, who the gospel hear,
Whom Satan blinds, and sin deceives,
May with this wither'd tree compare ?
They yield no fruit, but only leaves.
3 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk,
Unless combin'd with faith and love,
And witness'd by a gospel walk,
Will not a true profession prove.
4 Without such fruit as God expects,
Knowledge will make our state the worse ;
The barren trees he still rejects,
And soon will blast them with his curse.
5 O Lord, unite our hearts in pray'r,
On each of us thy Spirit send ;
That we the fruits of grace may bear,
And find acceptance in the end.

HYMN 194 L. M.
Christians endangered by the cares of the world.

Luke x. 38-42.

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To entertain her heavenly guest ; While Mary, ravish'd with her Lord, Sat at his feet, and heard his word. 2 True love divine, in both the same, Led each to glorify his name ; Each met her Lord with joyful heart, “But Mary chose the better part."

3. While one prepard her earthly bread,
The other waited to be fed ;
One toil'd with care to spread a feast,
The other lean'd on Jesu's breast.
4. Both met the favor of their Lord,
His grace for each prepar'd a word ;
While Mary drank full draughts of love,
Grace, careful Martha did reprove.
5 Thus Christians with the world are vex'd;
Oft are encumber'd and perplex'd ;
Vain trifies so engross their thought,
The one thing needful is forgot.
6 Teach us, dear Lord, that part to choose,
Which through thy grace we ne'er shall lose ;
Then could we call the world our own,
We'd leave it all to see thy throne.

HYMN 195. C. M. The 'Rich Worldling condemned. Luke xii. 16-21.

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“My barns are full, my stores increase;

Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,

Secure from wants and fears."
2 Thus while a worldling boasted once,

As many now presume ;
He heard the Lord himself pronounce

His sudden, awful doom : 3 “ This night, rain fool, thy soul must pass

Into a world unknown:
And who shall then the stores possess,

Which thou hast call'd thine own!”
4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme

For happiness below;

Till death destroys the pleasing dream,

And they awake to woe. 5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay

That fills the sinner's mind, When torn by death's strong hand away,

He leaves bis all behind. 6 Worldlings, who cleave to earthly things,

But are not rich to God,
Will feel that death is full of sting's,

And bell a dark abode.
7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise,

Thy gospel to attend ;
That we may live above the skies,

When time and life shall end.

HYMN 196. S. M. Importunate Prayer. Luke xvii. 1—7.

The heart of every saint, Invites us all our griefs to tell,

To pray and never faint.
2 He bows his gracious ear ;

We never plead in vain ;
Then let us wait till he appear,

And pray, and pray again.
3 Though unbelief suggest,

Why should we longer wait ? lle bids us never give him rest,

But knock at mercy's gate.
4 Jesus the Lord will hear

His chosen when they cry ;
Yes, though he may a while forbear,

He'll help them from on high.

5 His nature, truth and love,

Engage him on their side ;
When they are griev'd, his bowels move,

They will not be deny'd.
6 Then let us earnest cry,

And never faint in prayer :
He sees, he hears, and from on high,

Will make our cause his care.

HYMN 197. L. M.

Exhortation to Prayer.
HAT various hind'rances we meet,

In coming to a mercy-seat !
Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there?
2 Pray'r makes the dark’ned cloud withdraw ;
Pray’r climbs the ladder Jacob saw ;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining pray'r we cease to fight;
Pray’r makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
4 Have you no words ? Ah, think agaiin,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear,

With the sad tale of all your care.
> 5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent;

To heav'n in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftner be,
« Hear what the Lord hath done for me."

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