Oh, shine again! revive my drooping heart; 4 Does not thy promise bid me rest secure? HYMN 163. Eights and Sixes. Healing from a view of the Cross. And sigh'd to be reliev'd; serpen, straig Of molten The the prophet made, look'd and liv'd. 2 ButPass to view display'd: what healing to the heart, Doth Jesu's greater cross impart, 3 To reason's view, this strange effect, But those who're stung with sin and law, From Jesu's bleeding side. 4 May we then view the matchless cross, Here still be fix'd our feasted eyes, 5 Hail, great Emmanuel, balmy name! We own no other cure but thine, Our health, our life, our all. HYMN 164. C. M. Christian Resignation; or, God our Portion. M'Great God, are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee, 2 If thou should'st take them all away, 3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, In thee, and thee alone. 4 What is the world, with all its store? When I attempt to pluck the rose, 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, 'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be thou my all in all. HYMN 165. C. M. Submission and Hope in Divine Goodness. Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 4 Thy favor, all my journey thro', 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, 6 But al my inward spirit cries, HYMN 166. C. M. Christian Self-denial. Mark viii. 34. Luke ix. 23. ND must I part with all I have, It is but right, since thou hast done 2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee Of credit, riches, friends. 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, 4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee HYMN 167. C. M. Sincerity and Truth. Phil. iv. 8. ET those who bear the Christian name, L Their holy vous fulfi The saints, the follow'rs of the Lamb, Are men of honor still. 2 True to the solemn oaths they take, 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, 4 From all deceit they swiftly fly, They love the truth- and when they die, Eternal life is theirs. 5 Lo! from afar the Lord descends, And brings the judgment down; He bids the saints, his faithful friends, Where will the faithless hypocrite HYMN 168. L. M. Tekel; or, the Sinner weighed in the Balance, and found wanting. Dan. v. 27. RAISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye; Behold God's balance lifted high; There shall his justice be display'd, And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. 9 See in one scale his perfect law; Mark with what force the precepts draw: Wouldst thou the awful test sustain ? Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain! 3 Behold the hand of God appears, To trace in dreadful characters; "Sinner, thy soul is wanting found, "And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace, And horror change thy guilty face; Thro' all thy thoughts let anguish roll, Till deep repentance melt thy soul. 5 One only hope may yet prevail; Christ hath a weight to turn the scale; Still doth the gospel publish peace, And show a Saviour's righteousness. 6 Great God, exert thy pow'r to save; Deep on the heart these truths engrave; The pond'rous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. |