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And oft a Father's rod
Fills them with deep distress;
[What if their lust rebel,
In some unguarded hour;
The Lord will guard them well,
For Christ has made them free:
The Church the Body of Christ.—1 Cor. xii. 27.
And he will preserve it from hell;
The Sabbath.-Heb. iv. 10.
When creatures to time bid adieu,
Or members less comely to sight:
No schism can ever take place;
A lively type of Christ:
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.
That into him believes;
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.
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.
We toil'd and toil'd again ;
But this we sought in vain.
We loud for mercy cried;
And fasten in lis side.
Availed nothing here;
And banish'd guilt and fear.
5 [Here's life, and light, and holiness,
And righteousness divine;
And faith says, Al is mine.] 6 O what a rest is Christ to me;
How precious and how true;
And gives me glory too.
Here's all a God can give;
And every moment live.
And labours hard for peace;
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.]
On him she casts her cares;
And banishes her fears.
The Saviour's precious blood, Above her guilt she cannot rise, Nor lean upon her God.
“ 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.
thee cast our care.
In temptation's darkest hour;
And upon thy grace depend.