2 But grace omnipotent at length Shall arm the saint with saving strength; And the dire conflict safely end. Give up to love thy willing heart; Putney. Warwick. Wants but to have his child resign'd; Wants but the yielding heart, no more With his rich gifts of grace to store. From thine own stubborn will it springs ; Then shall thy peace and joy begin. Say, in thy fearing, trembling hour, 'Tis done-a sigh can reach his heart. And if thy pilgrim footsteps fail; HYMN 397. 8s. Lambeth. Uxbridge. 1 , And water my couch with my tears. 3 4. And point to that heavenly fair, Surpassing the children of men': Who only can quiet my pain, Oh, where shall I find him again? He never again shall depart. Buckingham. Windsor. Faith in suffering. Ps. xiii. 1 ! Dispel the shades of night; Smile on this poor, benighted soul, For Oh! thy smiles are light. Deride the pangs I feel, Or call it useless zeal; I'll ne'er withdraw my trust; And kind, and wise, and just. And whence this anxious fear? Moreton. Luther's Hymn. voy'ger strikes the rock A 2 I T 3 A Yet safely he survives the shock; For Jesus is at hand to save. And thinks his toils will soon be o'er, Will waft him quickly to the shore. He seems forsaken, and alone: Unseen preserves and leads him on. He'll reach the port to which he's bound; For Jesus holds and guides the helm, And soon the haven will be found. HYMN 400. H. M. TOPLADY. Jesus, the Pilot. I launch into the deep ; Where sin lulls all asleep: And sail to heav'n with thee and thine; 2 Thou art my Pilot wise; My compass is thy word; While I have such a Lord ! Through all my passage lie; 259 3 4 By faith I see the land, The port of endless rest; Where winds and waves distress no more! 5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, And storms and winds subside; And keep me near thy side: head. 6 Come, heav'nly Wind, and blow A prosp'rous gale of grace, HYMN 401. 8s. Lambeth. Uxbridge. 1 A ? Tho' earthly enjoyments decay, My Jesus is ever the same, A Sun in the gloomiest day: Tho' molten awhile in the fire, 'Tis only the gold to refine; And be it my simple desire Tho' suffering, not to repine. 2 What can be the pleasures to me, Which earth in its fulness can boast? Delusive, its vanities flee, A flash of enjoyment at most: And if the Redeemer could part For me, with his throne in the skies, Ah! why is so dear to my heart, What he in his wisdom denics? 260 3 Then let the rude tempest assail, The blast of adversity blow, Beyond this rough ocean of wo; I'll smile on the billows that foam, The storm hushed. stormy night The Lord, my Sun, appears. Despair beset me round; 1 heard the lion's horrid roar, And trembled at the sound. My former comforts fell; The dreadful depths of hell. 4 But Jesus pity'd my distress; He heard my feeble cry, Reveal'd his blood and righteousness, And brought salvation nigh. 5 Dear Lord, since thou hast broke my bands And set the captive free, My heart, my all to thee. Stade. Braintree. Abridge. UR little bark on boist'rous seas, |