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2 With faith I plunge me in that sea ;
Here is my hope, iy joy, my rest ! Hiiher, when hell assaults, I flee :
I look into my Saviour's breast. Away, sad doubts and anxious fear,
Mercy is all that's written there. 3 Though waves and storms go o'er my bead,
Tho' strength, and health, and friends be gone ; Though joys be wither'd all, and dead,
Though ev'ry comfort be withdrawo : Steadfast on this my soul relies !
Father, thy mercy never dies ! 4 Fix'd on this ground would I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away ; Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlastiog love.
HYMN 425. Eights and Sevens Metre.
The Word more precious than Gold.
Does the word of God afford ?
Food and med cine, shield and sword. Let the world account me poor ;
Having this, I need no more. 2 Food, to which the world's a stranger,
Here my hungry soul enjoys; Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills, it never cloys, On a dying Christ I feed,
Here is meat and drink indeed. 3 When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when satan wounds my mind, Cordials to revive it quickly,
Healing med’cines here I find.
To the promises I flee,
Each affords a remedy. 4 In the hour of dark temptation,
Satan cannot make me yield ;
Is to me a mighty shield.
From his pow'r I am secure.
When I take the Spirit's sword, Tben with ease I drive him from me,
Satan trembles at the word ; "Tis a sword for conquest made,
Keen the edge, and sharp the blade. 6 Shall I envy then the miser,
Doating on his goldeu store ?
UR God! how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides bis face !
His glory and his grace.
Since Christ and we are one ?
Is faithful to his Son.
And part of heav’n possess'd ;
And trust him for the rest.
HYMN 427. Eights and Sevens Metre.
The Paschal Lamb.
Hail, thou Galilean King!
Who didst free salvation bring !
Who bast borne our sin and shame,
Life is giv'n through thy name! 2 Paschal Lamb by God appointed,
All our sins were on thee laid !
Thou hast full atonement made ;
Through the virtue of thy blood,
Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 3 Worship, honour, pow'r and blessing,
Christ is worthy to receive-
Meet it is for us to give !
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays,
Help to chaunt Immanuel's praise.
The Everlasting Spring.
LD hoary winter now bas ceas'd bis raging,
And all his storms and blasts are hush'd in silence ; And in return the mild and gentle spring comes,
Blooming with verdore.
On the soft æther, charg'd with copious showers,
All hearts rejoicing.
3. See how the vales and meadows stand arrayed,
Clotbed in azure, and bedeck'd with flowers,
Blooming with fragrance. 4 See all the trees put on their leafy honours,
Waving with grandeur, when the gen!le zephyrs Floating with sweetness, fanning all their branches
With gentle breezes. 5 Hark! how the groves resound with cheerful music,
Hark! the sweet songsters on the boughs rejoicing, Tuning their voices with melodious accents
In sweetest chorus. 6 All nature smiles amid the gay creation :
When such bright scenes of beauty now approaches, The loves and graces in their softest accents
Breathe forth sweet music, 7 If such delights from the gay'decorations
Of smiling spring and a few op'ning flowers,
Their beauty fading : 8 Say then, ye ransom’d, and sing forth the grandeur
of spring immortal, when the great Arch-angel With his shrill trumpet bursts the gloomy mansions
Of the redeemed.
Has slept in silence, turn'd to foul corruption,
Sparkling with brightness. 10 Then shall the mortal put on th' immortal,
Cloth'd in white robes they shall ascend to Jesus,
Bids a sweet welcome,
Through the wide arch, when all the mighty seraphs
Tens and Elevens Metre.
Salvation to God and the Lamb.
REJOICE, evermore with angels above,
Ascribing salvation to God and the Lamb.
Hast say'd us from grief, hast sav'd us from sin ;
And we shall inherit all fulness in thee, 3 All fulness of peace, all fulness of joy,
And spiritual bliss that never can cloy ;
HYMN 430. L. P. M.
Jesus, who is the Christ.
Balm of the wounded conscience, come !
The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home ; Haven to take the shipwreck'd in,
My everlasting rest from sin ! 2 Come, O my comfort and delight!
My strength, and health, and shield, and sun ; „My boast, my confidence, and might,
My joy, my glory, and my crown; My gospel-hope, my calling's prize, My tree of life, my paradise.
HYMN 431. C. M.
Attend the heavenly sound !
Hope smiles reviving round.