HYMN 221. C. M. RIPPON.

Bray. Rochester.

Self-denial. Mark viii. 34. * AND maust Ispart with

all have,
My dearest Lord, for thee
It is but right, since thou hast done

Much more than this for me.
2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee

Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain

Of credit, riches, friends.
3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,

How worthless they appear,
Compard with thee, supremely good,

Divinely bright and fair!
4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee

A single smile obtain,
Tho' destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.
HYMN 222. C. M. WATTS.

Barby. Abridge.
Sincerity and Truth. Phil. iv. 8.
1
I LET, those who bear the Christian name

Their holy ;
The saints, the foll'wers of the Lamb,

Are men of honor still.
2 True to the solemn oaths they take,

Tho' to their hurt they swear: Constant and just to all they speak; For God and angels hear.

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3. Still with their lips their hearts agree,

Nor flatt'ring words devise:
They know the God of truth can see
Thro every

false disguise.
4 From all deceit they swiftly fly,

Whatever shape it wears,
They love the truth-and when they die,

Eternal life is theirs.

HYMN 223. C. M. CowPER.

St. Ann's. Barby.

Submission.
10 LORD, my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.
2 Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand

That wipes away my tears?
3 No-let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee;

I
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favor, all my journey thro'

Thou art engag'å to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,

Shall I resist them both?
A poor, blind creature of a day,

And crush'd before the moth!
6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Will drive these thoughts away.

HYMN 224. C. M.

Chapel. Walsal.

Submission to Christ.
1
JES
ESUS once left his throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came on earth to bleed and die-

Was ever love like this?
2 Is there a heart that will not bend

To his divine control?
Descend, O sov'reign love, descend,

And melt that stubborn soul.
3 Come, dearest Lord, we will confess

Thy sweet, thy gentle sway:
Our willing hearts, constrain’d by grace,

Thy pleasing rule obey.-
4 Tho' we, for bounty so divine,

No equal honors raise;
Yet, Lord, may all our hearts be thine,
Our tongues proclaim thy praise.
HYMN 225. C. M. TATE.

Swanwick. Hanover.

Trust and love God. Ps. xxxiv. 1 HRO' all the changing scenes of life, The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast

Till all who are distrest,
From my example, comfort take,

And charm their griefs to regt. 3 Oh, make but trial of his love

Experience will decide,
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

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T'In trouble and in joy,

4 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear:
Come, make his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.
HYMN 226. L. M. STEELE.

Bath. Luton. Wells.

Trust in God. Hab. iii. 17, 18.
1
THE
THE God of my salvation lives;

My nobler life he will sustain;
His word immortal vigor gives,

Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain. 2 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,

Tho' every earthly comfort die;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart,

And raise my sacred pleasures high. 3 Oh, let me hear thy blissful voice,

Inspiring life and joy divine !
The barren desert shall rejoice;
'Tis paradise, if thou art mine!

HYMN 227. S. M.

St. Thomas. Shirland. 1

; Hope, and be undismay'd; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;

He shall lift up thy head.
2 Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms,

He gently clears the way;
Wait thou his time; so shall this night

Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart?-.

Still sink thy spirits down?-
Cast off this weight, let fear depart,
And every care be gone.

4 What tho' thou rulest not!

Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell Proclaim, that "God is on the throne,

And ruleth all things well."

HYMN 228. 5, 6. Newton.

Newcastle. Devonshire.

I will trust. Isa, xii. 2.
BEGONE, unbelief!

My Saviour is near;
And for my relief

Will surely appear:
By pray't let me wrestle,

And he will perform;
With Christ in the vessel,

I smile at the storm. 2 Determin'd to save,

He watch'd o'er my path,
When Satan's blind slave,

I sported with death:
And can he have taught me

To trust in his name,
And thus far have brought me

To put me to shame?
3 Why should I complain

Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain?

He told me no less:
The heirs of salvation,

I know from his word, Thro much tribulation,

Must follow their Lord. 4 Tho' dark be my way,

Since he is my guide,
'Tis mine to obey,
'Tis his to provide;

While