3 The more thro' grace myself I know, The more inclin'd I am to bow In faith beneath thy cross, To trust in thy atoning blood, And look to thee for ev'ry good, Yea, count all earthly gain but loss. 329. T. 90. THOU hidden Source of calm repose! Thou all-sufficient love divine! My help and refuge from my foes, Secure I am, for thou art mine: Thou art my fortress, strength, and tow'r, My trust and portion evermore. 2 Jesus, my All in all thou art, My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The balm to heal my broken heart, In storms my peace, in loss my gain; My joy beneath the tyrant's frown, In shame my glory, and my crown. 3 In want, my plentiful supply, In weakness, my almighty pow'r : In bonds, my perfect liberty, My refuge in temptation's hour; My comfort 'midst all grief and thrall, My Life in death, my All in all. 330. T. 580. O THAT we could for ever sit Our only care, delight and bliss, 2 O may his love our hearts inspire, And ev'ry grief appeases; My ever faithful Friend, My Confident most true, On whom I can depend, In joy and sorrow too. 333.* T. 79. any contemplation E'er vie with that sensation, CAN O Christ, that we're thine own! That our names on the pages Are written, where the wages For thy soul's travail are put down! 334.* T. 230. BE our comfort which ne'er faileth, Or when we're needlessly distrest; That thou our strength art, and salvation, Our shield, our hiding-place and rest: Look up by faith to thee, And daily prove That thou art love, Till we shall be with thee above. XIX. Of the Happiness of Children of God. JESUS, my King, thy kind and gracious sceptre Thy gracious looks so warm and melt my heart, That fear and restlessness must soon depart. Assuageth ev'ry grief that burdens me: 2 The gifts of Christ are so inestiWhen I, with all my heart, apply to thee, mable Then thy peace-giving Spirit's my That all the world nought equal can Preceptor; afford; What are the treasures which the Earth's greatest honors are, howe'er worldlings hoard? To comfort weary souls they are not able, But Jesus can, and doth abundantly; All earthly joys will fail, but never he. 3 How highly blest, how happy is the spirit, Which, weary of self-working, inly mourns, And unto him for aid and succor turns! The humble ev'ry good from him inherit, He to the troubled soul imparteth ease, Restoring to the wounded conscience peace. 4 That which the law could have imparted never Is then produc'd alone by Jesus' grace; This is the source of genuine holiness, This changes and reforms our whole behavior; From strength to strength, from grace to grace led on, We safe proceed, until our race is run. O may I look to Christ without cessation! Come visit me, thou Day-spring from on high, That in thy light, the light I may espy, On grace depending as my sole foundation; Confirm my faith, grant that no fault in me they please us, [chaff: To this compar'd, but vain and empty Yea, what this world can never give, May, thro' the Shepherd's grace, each needy sheep receive. 2 Here is a pasture rich and neverfailing, Here living waters in abundance flow; None can conceive the grace with them prevailing, Who Jesus' Shepherd-voice obey and know; He banisheth all fear and strife, And leads them gently on to everlasting life. 3 Whoe'er would spend his days in lasting pleasure, Must come to Christ, and join his flock with speed; Here is a feast prepar'd, rich beyond 340.* T. 164. O DAYS of solid happiness, O antepast of heaven! When, in th'accepted time of grace, We know our sins forgiven, Cleans'd in the precious flood Of Christ's atoning blood, Enjoying in our hearts by faith The blessings purchas'd by his death.. 2 The peace of God then fills the soul, And heals the wounded spirit; The broken heart is then made whole, By virtue of his merit; Yea his sweet looks of Convey such happiness, That we, in his redeeming love, Anticipate the bliss above. grace 3 But why do tears, grief and distress Sometimes allay our gladness, And tho' we've tasted pard'ning grace, Still often cause us sadness? Because we can't forget 4 When thus we contemplate the cost, It fills us with amazement, By torments on the cross procur'd, 5 How pleasant is our lot, yea good 6 And this at last our theme shall be, Around his throne for ever; Shall praise the Lamb once slain, 341.* T. 218. How blest am I,most gracious Saviour, When filled with thy sacred love! With grief oppress'd, I seek thy favor, And thy reviving bounty prove: The dismal clouds of night must vanish, When joys divine my heart replenish, While I recline upon thy breast: Who seek in thee their peace and rest. Tho' foes should join in combination, me, And rocks must drink to me afford: Must humbled be before they rise. Since thou dost aid and comfort me. 342.* T. 582. And hast to me made manifest To God am reconcil'd. 2 My soul, tho' deeply bow'd, Teach me to trust in thee Ev'n here thou art my song, 1 Happiness beyond compare; 3 Tho' all earthly joys be fled, 6 Jesus wipes away their tears, 344. T. 166. WITH grateful hearts we all declare, To love, and to adore him. Flow'd the atoning blood: This is for ever true. 2 The more the Lamb of God we view, 3 Is there a thing that moves and breaks A heart as hard as stone, That warms a heart as cold as ice? 'Tis Jesus' blood alone: This stream of life makes whole! |