2.No more fatigue, no more distress;
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our laboring souls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
HYMNS BEFORE PRAYER:
353. L. M. Cowper.
Exbortation to Prayer.
1 WHAT various hindrances we meet,
In coming to a mercy seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
2 Prayerınakesthedarkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above,
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the christian's armor bright;
And satan trembles, when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.
Have you no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent;
Your cheerful songs would oft ner be,
Hear what the Lord has done for me.'
I will not let thee go except thou bless me,
Gen. xxxii. 26.
1 LORD, I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent pressing case.
Dost thou ask me who I am?
Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name!
Yet the question gives a plea,
To support my suit with thee.
3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn thy grace, thy power defy,
That poor rebel, Lord, was 1.
Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.
Many days have pass'd since then,
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld 'till now,
Who could hold me up but thou?
Thou hast help'd in every need,
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?
7 No-I must maintain my hold,
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesus' sake.
355. C. M. Edmund Jones.*
The successful Resolve-I will go in unto the
King, Esther iv. 16.
1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest;
And make this last resolve.
2 "I'll go to Jesus, tho' my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.
3" Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
"And there my guilt confess;
"I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
"Without his sovereign grace.
4I'll to the gracious King approach,
"Whose sceptre pardon gives,
Perhaps he may command my touch,
"And then the suppliant lives.
5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer; "But if I perish I will pray,
And perish only there.
"I can but perish if I go,
"I am resolv'd to try:
"For if I stay away, I know
"I must for ever die."
*The Rev. Mr. Jones was a truly worthy pastor of the Baptist Church at Exon, Devon he departed this life on April 15, 1765, aged 43. His successor was my very amiable friend, the Rev. Mr. Thomas Lewis, who died Dec. 4, 1774, aged 44 years. This Page is sacred memory,
A broken Heart, and a bleeding Saviour.
UNTO thine altar, Lord,
A broken heart I bring;
And wilt thou graciously accept
Of such a worthless thing?
To Christ the bleeding Lamb,
My faith directs its eyes;
Thou may'st reject that worthless thing,
But not his sacrifice.
When he gave up the ghost,
The law was satisfied;
And now to its most rigorous claims,
I answer, "Jesus died."
1 SPRINKLED with reconciling blood,
I dare approach thy throne, O God;
Thy face no frowning aspect wears,
Thy hand no vengeful thunder bears!
2 Th' incircling rainbow, peaceful sign!
Doth with refulgent brightness shine;
And while my faith beholds it near,
I bid farewell to every fear.
3 Let me my grateful homage pay;
With courage sing, with fervor pray;
And tho' myself a wretch undone,
Hope for acceptance thro' thy Son-→→
4 Thy Son, who on the accursed tree,
Expir'd to set the vilest free;
On this I build my only claim,
And all I ask is in his name.
358. 8. 8. 6. J. Straphan.
The Lord's Prayer, Matt, vi. 9—13.
1 OUR Father, whose eternal sway
The bright angelic hosts obey,
O! lend a pitying ear:
When on thy awful name we call,
And at thy feet submissive fall,
O! condescend to hear."
2 Far may thy glorious reign extend,
May rebels to thy sceptre bend,
And yield to sovereign love:*
May we take pleasure to fulfil
The sacred dictates of thy will,
As angels do above.
3 From thy kind hand each temporal good, Our raiment and our daily food,
In rich abundance come:
Lord, give us still a fresh supply,
If thou withhold thy hand, we die,
And fill the silent tomb.
4 Pardon our sins, O. God! that rise,
And call for vengeance from the skies
And while we are forgiven,
Grant that revenge may never rest
And malice harbor in that breast
That feels the love of heaven.
5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily tempter's power
O! set our spirits free:
And if temptation should assail,
May mighty grace o'er all prevail,
And lead our hearts to thee.
6 Thine is the power, to thee belongs
The constant tribute of our songs,
glory to thy name;
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