Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great advocate, Almighty friend-
On him our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
HYMN 75. C. M.
The Fulness of Christ.
How a believer gear?
OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds,
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
3 By him my pray'rs acceptance gain,
Although with sin defil'd;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own'd a child.
4 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,, My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
6 'Till then, I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the glory of thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.
HYMN 76. C. M.
Christ the Refuge of the Church.
HE, who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains;
Now seated on th' eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide,
With an unerring skill;
And countless worlds extended wide,
Obey his sovereign will.
3 While harps unnumber'd sound his praise, In yonder world above;
His saints on earth admire his ways,
And glory in his love.
4 His righteousness, to faith reveal'd,
Wrought out for guilty worms;
Affords a hiding-place and shield,
From enemies and storms.
5 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head;
To this high rock his people run,
And find a pleasing shade.
6 How glorious he! how happy they !
In such a glorious friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.
HYMN 77. L. M.
Christ our Advocate. 1 John ii. 1.
W Beyond the reach of humble sighs?
THERE is my God? does he retire'
Are these weak breathings of desire
Too languid to ascend the skies?
2 No, Lord, the breathings of desire,
The weak petition, if sincere,
Are not forbidden to aspire,
But reach to thine all-gracious ear.
3 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye,
See where the great Redeemer stands;
The glorious advocate on high,
With precious incense in his hands.
4 He sweetens every humble groan,
He recommends each broken prayer;
Recline thy hope on him alone,
Whose power and love forbid despair.
5 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord,
With stronger faith to call thee mine;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word,
My Father, God, with joy divine.
HYMN 78. L. M.
Divine Forgiveness. Luke vii. 47.
FORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound
To malefactors doom'd to die
Publish the bliss the world around;
Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky!
2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine;
'Tis full, out-meas'ring ev'ry crime;
Unclouded shall its glories shine,
And feel no change, by changing time:
3 O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand,
And like the mountains for their size,
The seas of sov'reign grace expand,
The seas of sov❜reign grace arise.
4 For this stupendous love of heaven,
What grateful honors shall we show?
Where much transgression is forgiv❜n,
Let love in equal ardors glow.
5 By this inspir'd, let all our days
With various holiness be crown'd;
Let truth and goodness, pray'r and praise
In all abide, in all abound.
Adoption, or Christians the Sons of God.
John i. 12. 1 John iii. 1.
NOT all the nobles of the earth,
Who boast the honors of their birth,
Such real dignity can claim,
As those who bear the Christian name.
2 To them the privilege is given
To be the sons and heirs of heaven;
Sons of the God, who reigns on high,
And heirs of joy beyond the sky.
3 His will he makes them early know,
And teaches their young feet to go:
Whispers instruction to their minds,
And on their hearts his precepts binds.
4 When, through temptation, they rebel,
His chast'ning rod he makes them feel;
Then with a father's tender heart,
He soothes the pain, and heals the smart.
5 Their daily wants his hands supply;
Their steps he guards with watchful eye;
Leads them from earth to heaven above,
And crowns them with eternal love.
Longing for the Divine presence under sorrow.
H, that I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God!
I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad.
2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain ;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.
3 He knows what arguments I'd take,
To wrestle with my God;
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.
5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.
HYMN 81. Eights and Sevens.
The Saviour's Merit.
AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit,
with redeeming blood,
And my weary, troubled spirit,
Now finds rest with thee, my God.
I am safe, and I am happy,
While in thy dear arms I lie ;
Sin and Satan cannot hurt me,
While my Saviour is so night
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