HYMN 240. 8, 7.

Love Divine. Tabernacle.
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THERE is now our boasted Saviour,

Where our rapture of delight?
Thou hast, Lord, withdrawn thy favor,

Thou art vanish'd from our sight,
Once thy blissful love we tasted,

Cheer'd by thee with living bread;
Oh, how short a time it lasted,

Oh, how soon the joy is filed!
2 Yet thou hast the cause unfolded,

Could we but the truth receive; Thou in humbling love hast told it, Needful 'tis for

us to grieveSon of God, for thee we languish,

Still thy presence we bemoan, Overwhelm'd with grief and anguish,

Poor, forsaken, and alone. 3 Stript of that excessive pleasure,

Fondly we the loss deplore,
Till we find again our treasure,

Find, and never lose thee more.
Oh, cut short the night of mourning,

May we glory in thy grace-
Triumph in thy full returning-
See again thy smiling face.
HYMN 241. 8s. TOPLÀDY.

Betbany. Lambeth.

Faith fainting. 1

ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress,
I

pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine;

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Dishearten'd with waiting so long,

I sink at thy feet with my load:
All-plaintive I pour out my song,

And stretch forth my hands unto God. 2 If sometimes I strive, as I

mourn, My hold on thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return,

And plunge me again in the deep: While harass'd and cast from thy sight,

The tempter suggests with a roar, "The Lord has forsaken thee quite:

Thy God will be gracious no more.” 3 Shine, Lord, and my terrors shall cease;

The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace,

The rock that is higher than I.
Almighty to rescue thou art:

Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r;
Come, succor and gladden my heart,
Let this be the day of thy pow'r.
HYMN 242. L. M. WATTS.
Armley. Carthage. Warwick.

Forsaken, yet hoping.
APPY the hours, the golden days,

When I could call my Jesus mine; And sit, and view his smiling face,

And melt in pleasures all divine. 2 Near to my heart, within my

He lay, till sin defil'd my breast: Till broken vows, and earthly charms,

Tir'd and provok'd my heav'nly guest. 3 But now he's gone, (O mighty wo!)

Gone from my soul, and hides his love! I hate the sins that griev'd him so; The sins that forc'd him to remove.

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HYMN 243. C. M, NEWTON.

Canterbury. York.
O that I were as in months past. Job xxix. 2.
I SWEET was the time, when first I felt

The Saviour's pard’ning blood
Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt,

And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveald,

His praises tun'd my tongue;
And when the ev'ning shades prevaild,

His love was all my song.
3 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord,

And saw his glory shine;
And when I read his holy word,

I call'd each promise mine.
4 But now when ev'ning shade prevails,

My soul in darkness mourns ;
And when the morn the light reveals,

No light to me returns.
5 My pray’rs are now an empty noise,

For Jesus hides his face;
I read—the promise meets my eyes,

But will not reach my case.
6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail,

And make my soul thy care;
I know thy mercy cannot fail-
Let me that mercy share.
HYMN 244. L. M. Newton.

Portugal. Luton.

Prayer answered by crosses. 1 I

ASK'D the Lord, that I might grow

In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace; Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face.

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2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,

And he, I trust, has answer'd pray'r;
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.
3 I hop'd that in some favor'd hour,
At once he'd answer my request;
And by his love's restraining pow'r,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
4 Instead of this, he made me feel

The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry pow'rs of hell

Assault my soul in ev'ry part.
5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd
Intent to aggravate my wo;
Crossd all the fair designs I schem'd,

Blasted my hopes, and laid me low. 6 " Lord, why is this," I trembling cry'd, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" “ 'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd,

"I answer pray'r for grace and faith: 7 "These inward trials I employ,

From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me."

HYMN 245. C. M.

Elgin. Chapel.

Backsliding and returning | ;

TOW far, alas, in sinful ways, And now I mourn in painful lays

Ah! Lord, what have I done! 2 To sin and Satan's bold demand,

I was a willing prey;
He was not readier to command,
Than I was to obey.

3 Perchance the tempter left my heart,

Yet still his work went on;
I acted o'er his dreadful part-

Ah! Lord, what have I done! 4 Saviour, Almighty and divine, I've slighted all

thy charms; Restore me from this sad decline; Nor thrust me from thy arms.

HYMN 246. C. M.

Wantage. Martyr's.
Call back a wand'ring sheep;

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False to my vows, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep. 2 Now let me be by grace restor'd,

To me thy mercy shown ;
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
3 Almighty Prince, enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Grant, thro' the greatness of thy love,

The humble, contrite heart.
4 Give, what I should have long implor’d,

A taste of love unknown;
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 5 Behold me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die;
For life, and happiness, and love,

Smile in thy gracious eye.
6 Speak but the reconciling word;

Let mercy melt me down:
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

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