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4 I would not change my blest estate With all that flesh calls rich or great; And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold.

5 Father, I wait thy daily will;

Thou shalt divide my portion still: Grant me on earth what seems thee best, 'Till death and heav'n reveal the rest.

JOY.

448. P. M.

Joy and Gratitude for Redemption. 1 HOW gracious is the Lord my God!

What tender pity has he show'd

To such a wretcli as I!

How shall I show forth all his praise,
Or speak of that amazing grace
That mov'd my Lord to die?

2 Foolish, perverse, and prone to ill,
Rooted in vice, and bent for hell,
I walk'd in iny own ways:
His terrors gave me no concern,
And though his bowels still did years
I fought against his grace.

3 But Jesus look'd and long'd to save,
An heir of death, a willing slave
To ev'ry ill desire:

He saw me welt'ring in my blood;
He dy'd to bring me near to God;
He pluck'd me from the fire.

4 He broke my chains, and set me free; Lord I come forth, and follow thee, Cloth'd in thy righteousness!

Bless'd with the life, and pow'r of faith,
I triumph over sin and death,
By all-sufficient grace.

5 All blessings to me freely flow,
Of heav'n above, or earth below
O God of love, from thee!
He gives me all that I desire;
His time of love doth ne'er expire,
But lasts eternally,

449. P. M.

Joy and Confidence in the Knowledge of

Christ.

1 Now I have found the ground wherein, Sure my soul's anchor may remain!

The wounds of Jesus for my sin,

The Lamb of God for sinners slain!
On him alone my soul shall stay,
When heav'n and earth shall pass away.
2 Father! thy everlasting grace

Our scanty thought surpasses far
Thy heart still melts with tenderness
Thy arms of love still open are,
The worst of sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste and live.
3 O love, thou bottomless abyss!

My sins are swallow'd up in thee;
Cover'd is my unrighteousness,

My soul from condemnation free,
While Jesu's blood through earth and skies,
Mercy, free boundless mercy, cries.

4 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone;

Though earthly joys be wholly dead,
And mortal comforts be withdrawn,
Steadfast on this my soul relies,
Father, thy mercy never dies.

5 Fix'd on this ground would I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay:
This only can my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away: Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Lov'd, with an everlasting love.

450. Sevens. Mr. Cennick. Rejoicing in Hope. Isa. xxxv. x. Luke xii. 32.

1CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,

As ye journey, sweetly sing;

Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are trav'lling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 O ye banish'd seed, be glad!
Christ our advocate is made;
Us to save our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You on Jesus' throne shall rest!
There your seat is now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward!
5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you, undismay'd, go on.
6 Lord! obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

451. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Longing to praise Christ better.

1Lber the sharp sorrows of thy soul,
ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll
And read my Maker's broken laws,
Repair'd and honour'd by thy cross;
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine:
And see the man that groan'd and died,
Sit glorious by his Father's side,

3 My passions rise, and soar above,
I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love:
Fain would I reach eternal things,

And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
But my heart fails, my tongue complains,
For want of their immortal strains:
And in such humble notes as these,
Must fall below thy victories.

5 Well, the kind minute must appear,
When we shall leave these bodies here,
These clogs of clay; and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky.

452. S. M. Dr. Watts.
Heavenly Joy on Earth.

1CM let our joys be known;

we that love the Lord,

Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
3 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God:
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4 [The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,

Celestial fruits on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. 5 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

6 Then let our songs abound,
Let ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

453. S. M. Dr. Watts.

Joy in the Prospect of Heaven.

HE God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,

That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas.

2 This awful God is ours,

Our father and our love;

He shall send down his heav'nly pow'rs
To carry us above.

3 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin :

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

4 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state;

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

5 [Then let our songs abound,

Let ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.]

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BENEVOLENCE AND LIBERALITY.

454. L. M. Mr. John Fawcett.
Generosity rewarded.

BLEST is the man whose gen rous mind,

To works of mercy is inclin'd;

The love of Christ his heart constrains,
And in his breast compassion reigns.
2 With bounteous hand he feeds the poor;
Ile gives, and still possesses more;
A faithful God will thus regard
His deeds which merit no reward.
3 The sons of need his pity move,
He melts with sympathetic love;
He gives to those who can't repay,
Nor dares to frown the poor away
4 A blessing Providence commands
On ev'ry labour of his hands:

Ir health or sickness he shall find
The Lord is infinitely kind.

5 The merciful shall mercy have

In that bright world beyond the grave,
Whilst those who have no mercy shown,
The God of mercy will disown.

455. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Charity to the Poor; or, Pity to the Afflicted. Psalm xli. 1, 2, 3.

'BLEST is the man whose bowels move

And melt with pity to the poor;

Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow saints endure.

2 His heart contrives for their relief

More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of gen'ral grief

Shall find the Lord has bowels too.
3 Ilis soul chall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and deartn,
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he anguish on his couch,

God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heav'n

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