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ne, at home!

VESLEY. ick.

Ps. li. ll. tay, despite,

HYMN 183. C. M. KIRKH:

Clarendon. Bray.
Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 3
1
DIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer sha

And bear
And shall I fear to own thy name,

Or thy disciple be?
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should dread

To suffer shame or loss ;
Oh, let me in thy footsteps tread,

And glory in thy cross.
3 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And holy courage bold;
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness s

Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.
4 Say to my soul,“ Why dost thou fear

I'he face of feeble clay?
Behold thy Saviour ever near,
Wil guard thee in the way.”'

:

een

1 seen, griev'd:

5 Oh, how my soul would rise and run,

At this reviving word:
Nor any painful suff'rings shun,

To follow thee, my Lord.
6 Let sinful men reproach, defame,

And call me what they will, If I may glorify thy name,

And be thy servant still.

HYMN 184. C. M. BARBAULD.

Buckingham. Plymouth.

Charity.
BLEST is the man whose soft'ning heart

all
To whom the supplicating eye

Was never rais'd in vain:
Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth,

A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound

He wants the power to heal.
He spreads his kind supporting arms

To every child of grief:
His secret bounty largely flows,

And brings unask'd relief.
To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow:
He views, thro' mercy's melting eye,

A brother in a foe.
Je, from the bosom of his God,

Shall present peace receive
And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

126

HYMN 185. C. M. CowPE.

Canterbury. Colchester.

Comforts--true and false.
10

The sin-sick soul revives;
Holy and heav'nly is the joy,

Thy shining presence gives.
2 This hypocrites have ne'er believ'd,

They judge with graceless hearts;
Swell'd with their pride, they are decei

By Satan's wily arts.
3 Unholy, selfish joys are theirs ;

And while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,

They're plunging into night.
4. Lull'd in a soft and formal sleep,

They sin, and yet rejoice;
Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,

They sure would hear his voice.
5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim

The soul from Satan's pow'r;
That make me blush for what I am,

And hate my sin the more.
6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All,

At thy dear feet to lie;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.
HYMN 186. L. P. M. D. R

Carolan's. Cumberland.
Confidence in the Mediator. Heb. iv. I
1
WHEN gathering clouds around I vie

And days are dark and friends are
On him I lean, who not in vain,
Experienc'd every human pain;

en'rous warmth,

and

arms

1

eye,

arone,

He sees my wants, allays my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heav'nly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he who felt temptation's pow's

Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour. 3 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me—for a little while,
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,

For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 4 And oh, when I have safely past

Thro' every conflict-but the last
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, --for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

HYMN 187. C. M. RYLAND.

Barby. Bray.
Delight in God. Ps. xxxvii. 4.
1
GRAnd

QRANT, Lord, I may delight in thee,
To thee in every trouble flee,

My best, my orly friend.
2 No good in creatures can be found,

But all is found in thee;
I must be blessed and abound,

While thou art God to me.
3 Oh, that I had a stronger faith,

To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.

Dagseinte

Amlov herefore Bu find

HYMN 188. C. M. COWPER.

Plymouth. Walsal.

Contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15.
THE Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine.

A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain,

To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'u

To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,

fain would strive for more;
But, when I cry," My strength renew,"

Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,

And love thy house of pray'r;
I therefore go where others go,

But find no comfort there.
Ch, make this heart rejoice or ache.com

Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.