On which I raise my prospects high,
And look for certain joy.

3 But soon there's something intervenes;
I've something else in view;
The former mercy is forgot,
And I want something new.

4 [O! this unstable heart of mine
Is like the troubled sea;

The more I have, the more I want;
When shall I settled be?]

5 I know this wretched world can't fill
This anxious soul of mine:
O could I, to my Father's will,
My soul, my all resign.

6 [Sometimes, alas! I think I can;
I'll trust the world no more;
But when I meet some little cross,
I'm fretful as before.

7 Why am I captivated thus,
By such poor trifling toys?
Alas! how oft this wretched world
Annoys my better joys.]

8 I want to trust, but cannot trust,
A God of providence;

Although he bless from day to day,
I'm full of diffidence.

9 [When troubles roll in thick and fast,
Ah! then my faith gives way;
Sometimes I think I cannot stand,
No, not another day.]

10 Sometimes, like Ephraim, I rebel;
I cannot bear the yoke;
I kick and murmur at the rod,
And shrink at every stroke.

11 But when my Father smiles again,
Then what a fool am I;

'Tis then, like Ephraim, I repent,
And smite upon my thigh.

12 Like him I mourn, like him I cry,
"Lord, hold me with thy hand;
And draw me by thy special grace:
Hold up, and I shall stand."

508.

C. M.

HERBERT.

Before Sermon.-Eph. vi. 14, 15.

LORD, fill thy servant's soul to-day
With pure seraphic fire,

And set his tongue at liberty,

And grant his soul's desire.

2 O may he preach the word of God
With energy and power;

May gospel-blessings spread around,
Like a refreshing shower.

3 May God's eternal love and grace
Be sweetly felt within;

While he is preaching Christ the Lord,
Who took our curse and sin.

4 May burden'd sinners lose their load, And downcast souls rejoice;

May doubting souls believe to-day,
They are Jehovah's choice.

5 May Christ be first, and Christ be last, And Christ be all in all,

Who died to make salvation sure,

And raise us from the fall.

6 O may thy servant now to-day,
Proclaim salvation free;

As finish'd by the Son of God,
For such poor souls as we.

509.

C. M.

HERBERT.

"He shall call upon me, and I will answer him."-Ps. xci. 15.

COME, come, my soul, with boldness come,
Unto the throne of grace;

There Jesus sits to answer prayer,
And shows a smiling face.

2 Our Surety stands before the throne,
And personates our case;
And sends the blessed Spirit down
With tokens of his grace.

3 There's not a groan, nor wish, nor sigh,
But penetrates his ears;

He knows our sins perplex and tease,
And cause our doubts and fears:

4 But he upholds us with his arm,
And will not let us fall;

When Satan roars, and sin prevails,
He hears our mournful call.

5 He knows we have no strength at all;
He knows our foes are strong;
But though ten thousand foes engage,
The weakest sha'n't go wrong.

6 Then let us all unite and sing
The praises of free grace:
Those souls who long to see him now,
Shall surely see his face.

510.

C. M.

HERBERT.

"O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger."-Ps. vi. 1.

O LORD! rebuke me not in wrath;
Thy anger who can bear!

'Tis heaven to live beneath thy smiles;
Thy frowns create despair.

2 I'm but a mass of filthiness;
I own my wretched case:

O heal my loathsome, stinking wounds,
And magnify thy grace.

3 [Ah! must I die with this sad plague?
What, is thy pity gone?

Lord, look and heal my broken bones;
O look on God the Son!]

4 On thee I'll wait; in thee I'll trust;
For thou art still my God:

Crush not my soul beneath thy hand,
O take away thy rod.

5 Lord, let not guilt thus plague my soul; I would be rid of sin:

From head to foot I'm nought but wounds, But ah! I'm worse within.

6 [Within, O what a hellish crew!

Who knows what dwells within?

How oft some darling lust creeps out,
Some unsuspected sin.]

7 Lord Jesus, heal this malady,
And set my broken bones;
Let my petitions reach thy ears,
Though only sighs and groans.

8 Base as I am, yet, blessed Lord,
I dare to make this plea,-
As Jesus died to save the lost,
Perhaps he died for me.

FRANKLIN.

Jesus, the Soul's Help in Times of Trouble.-Ps. xxxi. 7; 1 Cor. x. 13.

In all my troubles and distress,
The Lord my soul doth own:
Jehovah doth my griefs redress,
And make his mercy known.

2 He helps me on him to rely;
He is my strength and tower:
'Tis he that hears me when I cry,
And manifests his power.

3 In every storm, in every sea,
My Jesus makes a way;

His light shall make the darkness flee,
And turn the shade to day.

4 'Tis he in trouble bears me up,
And leads me safely through;
My Jesus doth maintain my cup,
And daily strength renew.

512.

C. M.

FRANKLIN.

Prayer for an Increase and a real Union in the Church.-Acts ii. 46, 47.

THY church, O Lord, that's planted here,

O make it to increase