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Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain?
Attends the mourner's prayer; O may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there. 5 Thy mercy seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat ;
HYMN 46. C M.
NCERTAIN how the way to find
To hear what others said.
I fear'd that I was wrong;
Had neither joy nor song.
And made my burden light;
Supposing all was right.
Of anguish and dismay;
Before they found the way. 5 Ah then I thought my hopes were vain,
For I had liv'd at ease;
To make me more like these.
The evils of my heart,
To Satan's fiery dart.
7 Alas! I now must give it up,
I cry'd in deep despair;
From what I cannot bear.
And when he set me free,
HYMN 47. C. M.
E happy souls whose peaceful minds,
To be its constant care:
Press'd by my disma! state :
While I my case relate ?
My soul was in a flame,
And praise his holy name:
Though often do I hear;
And thunders out despair.
Those Wissful scenes are o'er,
To be rebuilt no more :
In vain I seek for rest;
To my poor troubled breast. 4 The devil waiting me around,
To make my soul his prey,
Take, take the wretch away! 1 linger, sigh, I mourn and cry,
Sleep now has left mine eyes, And ghastly death seems drawing nigh,
And that without disguise.
6 O that I was some bird or beast
Was I a stork or owl,
Or through the desert prowl:
Within this house of clay,
Or dwell in endless day.
Alone upon the ground, As I to God begau to pray,
A light shone all around: These words with pow'r went through my heart
" I've come to set thee free, Nor Death, nor hell, shall ever part,"
My love, my son, from me." 7 My dungeon shook, my chains flew off,
"Glory to God," I cried :
For me the Saviour dy'd."
Sweet flowers do now appear,
HYMN 48. P. M.
The Syrian leper stood;
He deeni'd himself too good.
And not to him a niessage send. 2 " Have I this journey come,
And will he not be seen ? I were as well at home,
Would washing make me clean? Why must I wash in Jordan's flood ?
Damascus' rivers are as good." 3 This by his foolish pride
He almost miss'd a cure :
And found the method sure :
PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION. 4 Leprous and proud as he,
To Jesus, thus I came,
When first I heard his fame :
Of vows and tears will notice gain. 5 My heart devised the way
Which I supposed he'd take;
Was ready to go back :
I to performance secm'd inclined. 6 When by his word he spake,
“ That fountain opened séé :
Go wash, and thou art free :"
I fear'd to trust this simple way. 7 At length I trial made,
When I had much endured ;
I wash'd and I was cured.
PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION
HYMN 49. P. M. 1 COME, my soul, thy suit
prepare, He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay. 9 Thou art coming to a king,
Large petitions with thee brirg,
None can ever ask too much. 3 With my burden I begin,
Lord reinove this load or sin!
Let thy blood for sinners spilt,
And without a rival reign 5 As the image in the glass,
Answers the beholder's face,
Print thine own resemblance there. 6 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer ;
Lead me to my journey's end. 7 Show me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
HYMN 50. C. M. PRAYER is the soul's şincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
When none but God is near.
That any lips can try;
The majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath;
The Christian's native air;
He enters heaven with prayer.
Returning from his ways,
And say Beliold he prays.