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And oft a Father's rod

Fills them with deep distress;
Yet in the Lord they firm abide,
United to him as his bride.

[What if their lust rebel,
And threaten to devour;
To plunge their souls to hell,

In some unguarded hour;
Their standing fast is in the Lord,
And they his faithfulness record.]

The Lord will guard them well,
Nor shall they ever be
A prey to death and hell,

For Christ has made them free:
He bought them with his own heart's blood,
And he will bring them home to God..

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The Church the Body of Christ.—1 Cor. xii. 27.
The body, the church, ever stood,
In Christ their mysterious Head;
To save them, he shed his own blood,
And they from his fulness are fed:
A body united indeed;
Cemented together by love;
And richly supplied from its Head,
With blessings from heaven above.
2 [Each joint is the care of the Lord,

And he will preserve it from hell;
His aid and his influence afford,
And so supply each member well.

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The Sabbath.-Heb. iv. 10.

When creatures to time bid adieu,
Each part shall appear in its place,
And live to eternity too,
Where Jesus unveileth his face.]
3 The arm, and the eye, and the breast,

Or members less comely to sight:
Shall ever be honour'd and blest,
In glory's ineffable light:

No schism can ever take place;
'Tis built and supported by God;
A temple of infinite grace;
A mansion of immortal love.

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The Sabbath was a day of rest;
The day the Lord Jehovah blest;

A lively type of Christ:
The labouring poor may venture here;
The guilty banish all their fear,

And lean on Jesus' breast. 2 When foes without, and foes within, Wrath, law, and Satan, guilt and sin,

The child of God molest; Fatigued with sin, distress'd with fear, He enters into Christ, and there

He finds a settled rest.
3 Jesus is Zion's only rest,
Thrice happy is the man, and blest,

That into him believes;
His six days' toil is finish'd then;
His slavish fear for ever gone;
By faith in Christ he lives.

4 [A precious resting-place indeed; Whatever weary pilgrims need

Is richly treasured here: Here sinners may commune with God, And drink full draughts of heavenly love,

Nor death nor danger fear.] 5 O may I ever rest in him, And never, never stray again,

Nor after strangers roam: Dear Jesus, fix my roving heart, Nor ever let me from thee start,

Till thou shalt take me home.

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Christ, the Believer's Rest.-Isa. xi. 10. JESUS, thou art our only rest

From sin, and guilt, and fears; We love to lean upon thy breast,

And on thee cast our cares.
2 With anxious care and painful thought,

We toil'd and toil'd again ;
True holiness was what we sought,

But this we sought in vain.
3 Stripp'd naked, and exposed to shame,

We loud for mercy cried;
The Lord gave faith to eye the Lamb,

And fasten in lis side.
4 The works of nature, bad or good,

Availed nothing here;
Faith view'd the Saviour's precious blood,

And banish'd guilt and fear.

5 [Here's life, and light, and holiness,

And righteousness divine;
A boundless treasure, all of grace,

And faith says, Al is mine.] 6 O what a rest is Christ to me;

How precious and how true;
From guilt and sin he sets me free,

And gives me glory too.
7 I have, I want no rest beside;

Here's all a God can give;
Here would I constantly abide,

And every moment live.
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No Rest but Christ.—Heb. iv. 9
With sin and guilt poor Zion toils,

And labours hard for peace;
But till the Lord the Saviour smiles,

Her conscience gets no ease. 2 [Her efforts all abortive prove;

Her working makes her worse; Nought but the Saviour's flesh and blood

Can save her from the curse.]
3 The Lord the Saviour is her rest;

On him she casts her cares;
By faith she leans upon his breast,

And banishes her fears.
4 But till the Holy Ghost applies

The Saviour's precious blood, Above her guilt she cannot rise, Nor lean upon her God.

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“ Return unto thy rest, O my soul."—P8. cxvi. 7. RETURN to thy rest, my soul, and rejoice;

Let Christ bethy boast, for thou art his choice; And tho sin and Satan, and their hellish guest, Do vex and dishearten, Jehovah's thy rest. 2 A sweet resting-place is Jesus to thee;

A fulness of grace, rich, sovereign, and free: From slavish works cease, then, and rest in the

Lamb, For Christ is thy freedom from wrath, law, and 3 O yield not to fear, rest only in Christ;

His promise is sure; he's Jesus thy Priest; And by one atonement thy sin has condemn’d, Then by himself sworn that he'll love to the end. 4 Return, then, my soul, to Jesus, thy Rest;

By faith on him roll, and lean on his breast; He will not deceive thee; his faithfulness prove; lle never can leave thee, till God is not love. 640.

“Lord, teach us to pray.”—Luke xi. 1.
BLESSED Jesus, Lord of all,
'Teach us on thy name to call;
Help us to be much in prayer,

thee cast our care.
2 Draw us, Lord, by thy sweet power,

In temptation's darkest hour;
Make us cry to thee our Friend,

And upon thy grace depend.
3 At all times, in every case,
Lead us to thy Throne of Grace;

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