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Thy word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel.
3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sov'reign grace

Be deaf when I complain?
4 No, still the ear of sov'reign grace

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 ;
With humble hope attend thy will,'
And wait beneath thy feet.

HYMN 46. C M.

UNwhich to salvation led,

NCERTAIN how the way to find
I listen'd long with anxious mind,

To hear what others said.
2 While some of joys and comforts told,

I fear'd that I was wrong;
For I was stupid, dead, and cold,

Had neither joy nor song.
3 The Lord iny labouring heart reliev'd,

And made my burden light;
Then for a moment I believ'd,

Supposing all was right.
4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd,

Of anguish and dismay;
Through what distresses they had walk'd

Before they found the way. 5 Ah then I thought my hopes were vain,

For I had liv'd at ease;
I wish'd for all my fears again

To make me more like these.
3 I had my wish; the Lord disclos'd

The evils of my heart,
and left my naked soul expos'd

To Satan's fiery dart.

7 Alas! I now must give it up,

I cry'd in deep despair;
How could I dream of drawing hope

From what I cannot bear.
8 Again my Saviour brought me aid,

And when he set me free,
Trust simply on my word he said,
And leave the rest to me...

HYMN 47. C. M.
Y are pred from pain and fear,

E happy souls whose peaceful minds,
Ye objects whom kind heaven design'd,

To be its constant care:
To you l'il vent my mournful sighs,

Press'd by my disma! state :
O can you with me sympathise,

While I my case relate ?
2 I once was happy in the Lord,

My soul was in a flame,
I did delight to hear his word

And praise his holy name:
But now the gospel's hid from me,

Though often do I hear;
The law denounces death on me,

And thunders out despair.
3 But woe is me, those joys are past,

Those Wissful scenes are o'er,
I'm like a city quite laid waste,

To be rebuilt no more :
In vain I sigh, in vain i mourn,

In vain I seek for rest;
I fear the dove will ne'er return,

To my poor troubled breast. 4 The devil waiting me around,

To make my soul his prey,
I wait to hear the trumpet sound-

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,
So me lofty tree should bear my nest,

Or through the desert prowl:
But I have an immortal sou.,

Within this house of clay,
That either must with devils howl,

Or dwell in endless day.
6 One evening as I pensive lay,

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 :
My soul was fill'd, I cried “ enough,

For me the Saviour dy'd."
The winter 's past, the rain is gonc,

Sweet flowers do now appear,
The morning brought a glorious sun,
And banish'd every fear.

HYMN 48. P. M.
EFORE Elisha's gate

The Syrian leper stood;
But could not brook to wait :

He deeni'd himself too good.
He thought the prophet would attend,

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 :
But yet at length he tried

And found the method sure :
Soon as his pride was brought to yield,
His leprosy was quickly heal'd.

PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION. 4 Leprous and proud as he,

To Jesus, thus I came,
From sin to set me free,

When first I heard his fame :
Surely, thought I, my pompous train

Of vows and tears will notice gain. 5 My heart devised the way

Which I supposed he'd take;
And when I found delay,

Was ready to go back :
Ead he some painful task enjoin'd,

I to performance secm'd inclined. 6 When by his word he spake,

“ That fountain opened séé :
"Twas open'd for thy sake,

Go wash, and thou art free :"
Oh! how did my proud heart gainsay

I fear'd to trust this simple way. 7 At length I trial made,

When I had much endured ;
The message I obey'd;

I wash'd and I was cured.
Sinners, this healing fountain try,
Which cleans'd a wretch su vile as I.


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,
For his grace and power are such,

None can ever ask too much. 3 With my burden I begin,

Lord reinove this load or sin!

Let thy blood for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
Lord I come to thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There tby blood-bought right maintain,

And without a rival reign 5 As the image in the glass,

Answers the beholder's face,
Thus unto my heart appear,

Print thine own resemblance there. 6 While I am a pilgrim here,

Let thy love my spirit cheer ;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,

Lead me to my journey's end. 7 Show me what I have to do,

Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die thy people's death.

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,
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech,

That any lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach,

The majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath;

The Christian's native air;
His watch-word at the gate of death;

He enters heaven with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And say Beliold he prays.

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