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Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives

We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what he gives,

Who lives for evermore.

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My former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead

In trespasses and sins.
Ah, whither shall I fly!

I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh,

And vengeance at the door.
When I review my ways,

I dread impending doom :
But sure a friendly whisper says,

“ Flee from the wrath to come.” I see, or think I see,

A glimmering from afar; A beam of day, that shines for me,

To save me from despair. Forerunner of the sun,*

It marks the Pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.

* Psalm cxxx. 6.



To those who know the Lord, I speak,

beloved near?
The bridegroom of my soul I seek,

Oh! when will he appear? Though once a man of grief and shame,

Yet now he fills a throne, And bears the greatest, sweetest name,

That earth or heaven have known. Grace flies before, and love attends

His steps where'er he goes; Though none can see him but his friends,

And they were once his foes. He speaks-obedient to his call

Our warm affections move :
Did he but shine alike on all,

Then all alike would love.
Then love in every heart would reign,

And war would cease to roar;
And cruel and blood-thirsty men

Would thirst for blood no more.
Such Jesus is, and such his grace,

Oh, may he shine on you !
And tell him, when you see his face,
I long to see him too.*

* Cant, v. 8.



God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides


the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err, *

And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

* John xiii. 7.

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'Tis my happiness below

Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know,

Sanctifying every loss : Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon

them all, This is happiness to me.

God in Israel sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds

Which would else o'erspread the soil : Trials make the promisesweet,

Trials give new life to prayer ; Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there.

Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way: Might I not, with reason, fear

I should prove a cast-away. Bastards may escape

the rod,* Sunk in earthly vain delight; But the true-born child of God Must not, would not, if he might.

* Hebrews xii. 8.



O how I love thy holy word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord !
It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day.
What are the mines of shining wealth,
The strength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compared with those
Thine everlasting word bestows !
Long unafflicted, undismay'd,
In pleasure's path secure I stray'd;
Thou madest me feel thy chastening rod, *
And straight I turn'd unto my God.
What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I bless'd thine hand that caused the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But saved me from eternal woe.
Oh! hadst thou left me unchastised,
Thy precept I had still despised;
And still the snare in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betray’d.
I love thee, therefore, O my God,
And breathe towards thy dear abode;
Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy chosen saints for ever rest.

* Psalm cxix. 71.

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