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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.

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afford;

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

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

Our former wretched state,
And that the grace on us bestow'd
Cost Jesus ev'ry drop of blood.

4 When thus we contemplate the cost,
It fills us with amazement,
We take it prostrate in the dust,
With joy, yet deep abasement;
For all that we possess
Is undeserved grace,

By torments on the cross procur'd,
When he for rebels death endur'd.

5 How pleasant is our lot, yea good
And great beyond expression!
For, having cleans'd us by his blood,
He bears us with compassion,
Applies his healing pow'r,
To us each day and hour,
Yea, we in Him redemption have
In death itself and in the
grave.

6 And this at last our theme shall be,
When call'd to see our Saviour,
We join the glorious company,
Around his throne for ever;
Then we in highest strain

Shall praise the Lamb once slain,
Who hath redeem'd us by his blood,
And made us kings and priests to God.

Tho' foes should join in combination,
Who shall condemn? Lord my Salvation,
My confidence is in thy grace.
3 If thou thro' thorny paths wilt lead me,
I'll simply trust in thee, O Lord;
The clouds at thy command must feed

me,

And rocks must drink to me afford: In thy kind leadings acquiescing, [ing; I'm sure to meet with nought but bless If I have thee, it doth suffice: I know that souls to bliss created, Who shall to glory be translated,

Must humbled be before they rise. 4 Friend of my soul! O how contented Am I, when leaning upon thee! By sin I am no more tormented,

Since thou dost aid and comfort me. O may the heart-reviving feeling I have of thy most gracious dealing, A foretaste yield of joys above. I scorn, vain world, thy adulation, For Jesus is my delectation, And I'm an object of his love.

342.* T. 582.

JESUS, thou art reveal'd To my poor heart, by faith, And hast to me made manifest Thy wounds, thy blood and death. Thy name and cross alone To me can comfort yield, Since I thereby, as thy reward, To God am reconcil'd.

2 My soul, tho' deeply bow'd, Is cheered by thy grace, Now I no more need toil and strive In search of happiness; But am assur'd that thou Hast all my sins forgiv'n, And by thy painful death for me Procured life and heav'n.

4 Unfeigned thanks receive,

For thy unbounded grace, From us, who in thy name believe, And wish to walk thy ways; And who are bound to thee, Because thou us hast gain'd, And for us, by thy precious blood, Eternal bliss obtain'd.

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5 The merits of thy death

Each day to us apply,

And grant, that to the throne of grace
We boldly may draw nigh;
That we may mercy find,
And help in time of need;

Thus shall we, by thy Spirit led,

From grace to grace proceed.

6 Thy cross and saving name
We freely will confess,
Thy gospel we will spread on earth,
And sound thy matchless praise;
To all mankind point out
Thee, our incarnate God,
Who hast redeem'd us from the fall
By thy atoning blood.

6 Jesus wipes away their tears,
And alleviates all their cares;
They in truth, with heart and voice,
Evermore in Christ rejoice.

We

344.* T. 166.

WITH grateful hearts we all declare,
That in Christ's congregation
may substantial blessings share,
Since he is our Salvation;
And he requires of us, that we
Deeply abas'd before him,
Stir up each other heartily

To love, and to adore him.
2 The grace is great, unspeakable,
The privilege unbounded,
That we, altho' deserving hell,

By sin most deeply wounded,
Are by the virtue of Christ's death
From sin's pollution cleared,
And, cleaving unto him by faith,
Are one with him declared!

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Were stretch'd upon the wood, Out of whose wounds in plenteous

streams

Flow'd the atoning blood:
How safely rests a weary child
Who keeps thee, Lord, in view;
Let unbelief say what it will,

This is for ever true.

2 The more the Lamb of God we view,
The more we walk in light;
His gracious presence doth dispel
Sin's dark and dismal night:
The cheering beamswhich Christ theSun
Of righteousness displays,
Enkindle many a lifeless heart,
And love unfeigned raise.

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 precious balm can truly cheer

And heal the wounded soul; What multitudes of broken hearts

This stream of life makes whole!