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.

UNCERTAIN how the way to find

Which to salvation led,

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 ny 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.

5 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,

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

HYMN 47. C. M.

YE happy souls whose peaceful minds,

Are freed from pain and fear,

Ye objects whom kind heaven design'd,
To be its constant care:

To you I'll 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 issful 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!
I 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 began 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 :

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My soul was fill'd, I cried " enough,
For me the Saviour dy'd."

The winter 's past, the rain is gone,
Sweet flowers do now appear,
The morning brought a glorious sun,
And banish'd every fear.

HYMN 48. P. M.

BThe Syrian leper stood;

EFORE Elisha's gate

But could not brook to wait:
He deem'd himself too good.
He thought the prophet would attend,
And not to him a message send.

"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 Thus 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 seem'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 so vile as I.

PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION

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HYMN 49. P. M.

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,

Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a king,
Large petitions with thee bring,
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.

3 With my burden I begin,
Lord remove this load of sin !

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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.

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HYMN 50. C. M.

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpress'd,

The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

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 Behold he prays.