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10 Sometimes, like Ephraim, I rebel;
I cannot bear the yoke;
And shrink at every stroke.
Then what a fool am I;
And smite upon my thigh.
Lord, hold me with thy hand;
Hold up, and I shall stand.”
HEBBEBT. Before Sermon.-Eph. vi. 14, 15.
LORD, fill thy servant's soul to-day
With pure seraphic fire,
And grant his soul's desire.
With energy and power;
Like a refreshing shower.
Be sweetly felt within;
Who took our curse and sin. 4 May burden'd sinners lose their load,
And downcast souls rejoice;
They are Jehovah's choice.
5 May Christ be first, and Christ be last,
And Christ be all in all,
And raise us from the fall.
Proclaim salvation free;
509. C.M. “He shall call upon me, and I will answer bim.”—Ps. xci. 15. COME, come, my soul, with boldness come,
Unto the throne of grace;
And shows a smiling face.
And personates our case;
With tokens of his grace.
But penetrates his ears;
And cause our doubts and fears: 4 But he upholds us with his arm,
And will not let us fall;
He hears our mournful call.
He knows our foes are strong;
The weakest sha'n't go wrong.
6 Then let us all unite and sing
The praises of free grace:
"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:
And magnify thy grace.
What, is thy pity gone?
O look on God the Son!]
For thou art still my God:
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 wousds,
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 unsuspeoted 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.
511. Jesus, the Soul's Help in Times of Trouble.-Ps. xxxi. 7; 1 Cor. x. 13. In ail 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
My Jesus makes a way;
And turn the shade to day.
And leads me safely through; My Jesus doth maintain my cup, And daily strength renew.
512. 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
With numbers, bless'd with filial fear,
Enjoying heavenly peace.
United ever be,
Who groan'd upon the tree.
Be simple, meek, and kind;
“ Jehovah Jireh."-Gen. xxii. 14.
And save me from my gloomy fear. 2 He, in the most distressing hour,
Displays the greatness of his power: In darkest nights he makes a way,
And turns the gloomy shade to day. 3 Jehovah-Jireh is his name;
proves He sees when I am sunk in grief,
And quickly flies to my relief.
He doth and will for me provide;