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Well when the promise speaks,
Sweet words of peace to thee;
And thou no Christ can see.
'Tis well when Zion's breast
No consolations give;
And on the promise live.
2 Cor. y. 4. When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay, "Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.
Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own.
Sweet to reflect how grace divine,
My sins on Jesus laid :
My debt of suffering paid.
Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which makes my soul secure; Sweet to experience day by day,
The Spirit's quickening power.
Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end; Sweet on the covenant of grace,
In all things to depend.
Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his wise decrees; Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.
Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;
Where Jesus reigas above.
If such the sweetness of the stream,
What must the fountain be? Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee?
In Sardis was found, reserved unto God,
fair; Accepted in Jesns, as free from all blame, Deem'd worthy the honour to walk with the
When Sodom of old was deluged by fire, God's mercy and grace saved Lot from Ilis
ire; And still his great mercy and goodness to
shew, This renant in Sardis was precious, though
Herein we can trace, and easily prove.
Hold, patience and faith, till Jesus shall rise, And bid thee possess thy seat in the skies : The King in his beauty thine eyes shall survey, And walk with the Lamb in the regions of day
Tax lion that on Sampson roar'd.
And thirsted for his blood,'.
And furnish'd him with food.
Believers, as they pass along,
lions meet ;
And from the eater, meat.
The lions rage and roar in vain,
For Jesus is their shield :
Their troubles comfort yield.
The world and Satan join their strength :
To fill their souls with fears ;
From what they sow in tears.
AMictions make them love the word,
Stir up their hearts to prayer, And many precious proofs afford
Of their Redeemer's care.
The lions roar, but cannot kill,
Then fear them not, my friends; They bring us, though against their will,
The honey Jesus sends.
*. Thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of
my trouble."-Ps, lix. 16. God is our triumph in distress : His children's privilege it is
To smile at tribulation :Jesus, to thee we lift our voice, By grace enabled to rejoice,
In hope of thy salvation.
Ready to hear, O Lord, thou art,.
And help them in affliction :
Shall be our sure protection.