I'd seek his will in all I do,

Yet find my own is working too.
I call the promises my own,

And prize them more than mines of gold; Yet though their sweetness I have known, They leave me unimpress'd and cold: One hour upon the truth I feed, The next I know not what I read. 4 Thus different powers within me strive, And grace and sin by turns prevail; I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, And victory hangs in doubtful scale: But Jesus has his promise past, That grace shall overcome at last.

2

3

4

729.

S. M.

"Waiting for the moving of the waters."-John v. 2-6.

BESIDE the gospel-pool

Appointed for the poor,

From time to time my helpless soul

Has waited for a cure.

But my complaints remain;

I feel, alas! the same;

As full of guilt, and fear, and pain,

As when at first I came.

O would the Lord appear
My malady to heal!

He knows how long I've languish'd here,
And what distress I feel.

How often have I thought,
Why should I longer lie?

3

4

2

3

Preserved in Jesus when
My feet made haste to hell;
And there should I have gone,
But thou dost all things well;
Thy love was great, thy mercy free,
Which from the pit deliver'd me.

A monument of grace,

A sinner saved by blood;

The streams of love 1 trace
Up to the fountain, God;
And in his wondrous mercy see,
Eternal thoughts of love to me.

733.

S. M.

"Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts," &c.-Matt. xv. 19. ASTONISH'D and distress'd,

I turn my eyes within;

My heart with loads of guilt oppress'd,
The seat of every sin.

What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!

Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear.

Almighty King of saints!
These tyrant-lusts subdue;
Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my powers renew.

4 This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;

My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praise.

734.

The Lord's Supper.

C. M.

LORD, who can hear of all thy woe,
Thy groans and dying cries,
And not feel tears of sorrow flow,
And sighs of pity rise?

2 Much harder than the hardest stone
That man's hard heart must be.
Alas, dear Lord, with shame we own,
That just such hearts have we.

3 The symbols of thy flesh and blood
Will (as they have been oft)
With unrelenting hearts be view'd,
Unless thou make them soft.

4 Dissolve these rocks; call forth the stream, Make every eye a sluice;

Let none be slow to weep for him
Who wept so much for us.

5 And while we mourn, and sing, and pray, And feed on bread and wine,

Lord, let thy quick'ning Spirit convey
The substance with the sign.

735.

8.7.4.

"Happy is that people that is in such a case."-Ps, cxliv. 15.

O THE happiness arising

From the life of grace within,

When the soul is realizing
Conquests over hell and sin;
Happy moments!

Heavenly joys on earth begin.

2 On the Saviour's fulness living,
All his saints obtain delight;
With the strength which he is giving,
They can wrestle, they can fight.
Happy moments!

When King Jesus is in sight.
3 Nearer, nearer to him clinging,
Let my helpless soul be found;
All my sorrows to him bringing,
May his grace in me abound;
Happy moments!

With new covenant blessings crown'd.

736.

L.M.

"Show me a token for good."—Psalm lxxxvi. 17.

SHOW me some token, Lord, for good,
Some token of thy special love;
Show me that I am born of God,
And that my treasure is above.
2 My supplication, Lord, is this,
That all my sins may be subdued;
That all thy precious promises
May be to me and for my good.
3 O seal my pardon to my soul,

And then proclaim my peace with thee;
Thus make my wounded conscience whole,
And that will be for good to me.

4 Let thy good Spirit rule my heart, And govern all my words and ways; Let grace abound in every part,

And teach my tongue to sing thy praise.

734.

The Lord's Supper.

C. M.

LORD, who can hear of all thy woe,
Thy groans and dying cries,
And not feel tears of sorrow flow,
And sighs of pity rise?

2 Much harder than the hardest stone
That man's hard heart must be.
Alas, dear Lord, with shame we own,
That just such hearts have we.

3 The symbols of thy flesh and blood
Will (as they have been oft)
With unrelenting hearts be view'd,
Unless thou make them soft.

4 Dissolve these rocks; call forth the stream, Make every eye a sluice;

Let none be slow to weep for him
Who wept so much for us.

and

pray,

5 And while we mourn, and sing,
And feed on bread and wine,
Lord, let thy quick'ning Spirit convey
The substance with the sign.

735.

8.7.4.

"Happy is that people that is in such a case."-Ps. cxliv. 15.

O THE happiness arising

From the life of grace within,

When the soul is realizing

Conquests over hell and sin;
Happy moments!

Heavenly joys on earth begin.