Nor has he learned to whom he owes

The strength and peace his soul enjoys.
e 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting;
And, comforts sinking day by day,
What seemed his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.

-4 When Gideon armed his numerous host,
The Lord soon made his numbers less;
And said, "Lest Israel vainly boast,
d"My arm secured me this success."
e 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low;
-That, saved by grace, but not our own,
We may not claim the praise we owe.

COWPER.

HYMN 47. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Comforts, true and false.

GOD, whose favourable eye
The sin-sick soul revives;

Holy and heavenly is the joy,
Thy shining presence gives;—
e 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who, with a graceless heart,
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose,
Prepared by Satan's art.

-3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night.

e 4 Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin, and yet rejoice;

e Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice?

-5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power; e That make me blush for what I am, And hate my sin the more.

-6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie;

Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

COWPER.

HYMN 48. C. M. Mear. [*]

Zeal, true and false.

1 EAL is that pure and heavenly flame, The fire of love supplies;

e While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise.

e 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;

d The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.

-3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;

But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attained its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,

If sinners love the Saviour's name;
Nor seeks it aught beside.

d 5 But self, however well employed,
Has its own ends in view;
And says, as boasting Jehu cried,
"Come, see what I can do."

-6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;

But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.

7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;

And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.

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NEWTON.

Abridge. [b]

Not go away from Christ. John vi. 67-69.

WHEN any turn from Zion's

(Alas, what numbers do!)

-Methinks I hear my Saviour say, "Wilt thou forsake me too?

way,

e 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me fast,

I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

-3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me;

e To whom, or whither could I go,
If I should turn from thee?
-4 Beyond a doubt, 1 rest assured,
Thou art the CHRIST of God;
o Who hast eternal life secured,
By promise and by blood.

-5 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

o No love but thine can make me blest, And satisfy my heart.

e 6 What anguish has this question stirred,

a

"If I will also go?"

-Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,

d I humbly answer-No!

P

NEWTON.

HYMN 50. L. M. Carthage. [b *]

Not ashamed of Jesus. Mark viii. 38.
and shall it ever be,

1 JESUS, all man ashamed of thee!

Scorned be the thought, by rich and poor,
O may I scorn it more and more.

2 Ashamed of Jesus!-sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus!-that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

4 Ashamed of Jesus !-yes, I may—
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

-5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

GRIGO.

HYMN. 51. C. M. Colchester. [*]

Inconstancy in Religion. Hosea vi. 4.

Pwe hail thy sacred Name:

ERPETUAL Source of light and grace,

Through every year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same.

2 On us, all worthless as we are,
It wondrous mercy pours;

o Sure as the heaven's established course, And plenteous as the showers.

e 3 Inconstant service we repay,

And treacherous vows renew;
False as the morning's scattering cloud,
And transient as the dew.

p 4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,
In all thy righteous ways.

o 5 Armed with this energy divine,
Our souls shall steadfast move;

o And with increasing transports press On to thy courts above.

-6 So by thy power the morning sur Pursues his radiant way;

o Brightens each moment in his race, And shines to perfect day.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 52. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

O that I were as in months past. Job xxix. 2.

SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,

Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

o 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

-3 (In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;

I lived upon my Saviour's smiles,
And leaned upon his arm.)

o 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.
SELECT.

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e 5 But now-when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness inourns:

And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

6 My prayers are now a chattering noise,
For Jesus hides his face;

I read the promise ineets my eyes—
But will not reach my case.

---7 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail-
O make my soul thy care;

o I know thy mercy cannot fail; Let me that mercy share.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 53. 8s. Bethany. [b]
Faith fainting.

ENCOMPASSED with clouds of distress,

Just ready all hope to resign,

I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine:
p Disheartened with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load;
All-plaintive I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands unto God.
-2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply;

And lead me to Jesus for peace,-
The rock that is higher than 1:
o Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice;
Thy presence is fair to behold;
-Attend to my sorrows and cries,-
e My groanings that cannot be told.
-3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn,
My hold on thy promise to keep;
o The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep.
-While harassed and cast from thy sight,
The tempter suggests, with a roar,
d "The Lord has forsaken thee quite;
"Thy God will be gracious no more.'
e 4 Yet, Lord, if thy love has designed
No covenant blessing for me,
Ah, tell me, how is it I find
Some pleasure in waiting for thee?