I, who claim it in his right,
Christ hath bought it all for me.
HYMN 332. L. M.
Hope against hope.
7HO is the weak believer, who Doth still his dreary way pursue, Inspired with true religious fear,
And following Christ with heart sincere?
Obedient to thy Saviour's voice,
Yet canst thou not in him rejoice,
Or taste the comforts of his grace,
Or find a God who hides his face?
2 Jesus is vanished from thy sight:
No glimpse of bliss, or gleam of light,
To cheer thee in the desert way,
Or promise a return of day;
No evidence of things unseen,
But wars without, and fears within;
No witness of thy sins forgiven,
No ray of hope on this side heaven!
3 Poor, tempted soul, what canst thou do?
Hope against hope that God is true;
His nature in his name confess,
His wisdom, power, and righteousness.
The Lord, whom now thou canst not see,
Whate'er He is, He is for thee;
Expect, and thou shalt surely prove,
That God in Christ is perfect love.
4 Till then, on Him thy spirit stay,
Whose death hath borne thy sins away;
Conform'd to Jesus in his blood,
With him cry out-" My God, my God!
My God, my God, I hold thee fast,
Till nature's latest pang is past;
Into thy hands my soul resign,
And then-Thou art for ever mine."
HYMN 333. P. M.
To Him every knee shall bow.
WORTHY, O Lord, art Thou,
That every knee should bow,
Every tongue to Thee confess;
Universal nature join,
Strong and mighty Thee to bless,
Gracious, merciful, benign!
2 Hail your dread Lord and ours,
Dominions, thrones, and powers!
Source of power, He rules alone;
Veil your faces, prostrate fall,
Cast your crowns before his throne,
Hail the cause, the Lord of all!
3 Justice and truth maintain
Thy everlasting reign;
One with thine Almighty stre,
Partner of an equal throne;
King of kings, let all conspire-
Gratefully thy sway to own.
4 Jesus, Thou art my king,
To me thy succour bring.
Christ the mighty one art Thou,
Help for all on Thee is laid:
This thy promise claim I now;
Send me down the promised aid.
HYMN 334. C. M.
HASTEN, O Lord, the latter day,
When grace shall reign alone;
And all the nations of the world
Shall bow before thy throne.
2 Then shall pure converts crowd thy gates, Press to the gespel sound;
And grace eternal sweetly shine,
To ravish all around.
3 Then shall the watchmen of the Lord Raise Jesu's cross on high;
And, from a clear refulgent light,
Shall all see eye to eye.
4 Then war shall cease, and wrath subside, And peace immortal flow;
And saints unite in joy and peace,
And glory reign belcw.
5 Lord, we would bless thee for a ray
Of such triumphant grace,
That leads to everlasting day,
And pure eternal bliss.
HYMN 335. P. M.
WHEN shall we all meet again?
When shall we all meet again?
Oft shall glowing hope aspire,
Oft shall wearied love retire,
Oft shal! death and sorrow reign,
Ere we all shall meet again
2 Though in distant lands we sigh,
Parch'd beneath the hostile sky;
Though the deep between us rolls,
Friendship shall unite our souls;
And in fancy's wide domain,
There shall we all meet again.
When the dreams of life are fied,
When its wasted lamps are dead;
When in cold oblivion's shade,
Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid,
Where immortal spirits reign,
There may we all meet again.
HYMN 336. P. M.
CHILD of prosperity.
Nursling of vanity,
Slave of preferment, of wealth and renown, Does love smooth thy pillow,
Is hush'd each rude billow
Of care in thy breast? is thy wretchedness flown? 2 Is smiling contentment
Thy constant attendant,
Does happiness place her green wreaths on thy
And joy raise thy bosom,
With heart-felt emotion,
And chase from thy vision each prospect of wo?
3 Ah, no! wealth and grandeur,
And titles of honour,
Can never impart a sweet calm to the mind;
All, all is coinmotion,
Their pleasure a notion,
They leave no enjoyment or comfort behind.
4 Then haste to the mountain, Where flows from its fountain,
The streams of enjoyment, unmingled with
The Eden of pleasure,
A permanent treasure,
The harbour of rest, for no billows are there.
Your peace, like a river,
For ever and ever,
Shati glide undisturb'd in its channel along
To that blissful region,
Where dove-eyed religion,
Invites you-O haste!-for she beckons you on.
HYMN 337. P. M.
Christians of old, united in one,
As sheep in a fold were never alone;
As birds of a feather all flock'd to their nest,
And shelter'd together in Jesus's breast.
2 However employ'd, their joy was the same;
They never were cloy'd in hymning the Lamb;
Their sole recreation to sing of his praise,
And publish salvation by Jesus's grace.
3 Small learning they had, and wanted no more, Not many could read, but all could adore;
No help from the College or School they receiv'd, Content with his knowledge in whom they believ'd.'
4 No riches had they, but riches of grace;
No fondness for play, or passion for praise;
No moments of leisure for trifling employs,
Possess'd of the treasure in God to rejoice.
5 Men in their own eyes were children again,
And children were wise and solid as men;
The women were fearful of nothing but sin,
Their hearts were all cheerful, their consciences
clean.
6 Wrapt up in their Lord, his service and love,
They liv'd and ador'd, like angels above;
To keep in his favour their lives they laid down,
And now with their Saviour inherit the crown.
1LET all men rejoice, by Jesus restor'd;
We lift up our voice, and call him our Lord; His joy is to bless us, and free us from thrall, From all that oppress us, he rescues us all.
2 Him Prophet, and King, and Priest we proclaim,
We triumph and sing of Jesus's name;
Poor idiots he teaches to show forth his praise,
And tell of the riches of Jesus's grace.
3 No matter how dull the scholar whom he
Takes into his school, and gives him to see;
A wonderful fashion of teaching he hath,
And wise to salvation, he makes us through faith.
4 The wayfaring men, though fools, shall not stray,
His method so plain, so easy the way;
The simplest believer his promise may prove,
And drink of the river of Jesus's love.
5 Yet not many wise his summons obey,
And great ones despise so vulgar a way;
And strong ones will never their helplessness own,
Or stoop to find favour through mercy alone.
6 And therefore our God the outcasts hath chose,
His righteousness show'd to heathens like us!
When wise ones rejected his offers of grace,
His goodness elected the foolish and base.
7 To baffle the wise, and noble, and strong,
He bade us arise, an impotent throng:
Poor ignorant wretches, we gladly embrace A Prophet who teaches salvation by grace. 8 Poor outcasts of men, whose souls are despis'd, And left with disdain, by Jesus are priz'd; His gracious creation in the makes known, And brings us salvation, and calls us his own. HYMN 339. P. M.
YOME, thou long expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins relcase us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art;
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