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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.
Against the tree which bare no fruit,
HYMN 194 L. M.
Luke x. 38-42.
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,
HYMN 195. C. M. The 'Rich Worldling condemned. Luke xii. 16-21.
“My barns are full, my stores increase;
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,
Secure from wants and fears."
As many now presume ;
His sudden, awful doom : 3 “ This night, rain fool, thy soul must pass
Into a world unknown:
Which thou hast call'd thine own!”
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,
And bell a dark abode.
Thy gospel to attend ;
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.
We never plead in vain ;
And pray, and pray again.
Why should we longer wait ? lle bids us never give him rest,
But knock at mercy's gate.
His chosen when they cry ;
He'll help them from on high.
5 His nature, truth and love,
Engage him on their side ;
They will not be deny'd.
And never faint in prayer :
Will make our cause his care.
HYMN 197. L. M.
Exhortation to Prayer.
In coming to a mercy-seat !
With the sad tale of all your care.
To heav'n in supplication sent,