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30! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrain d to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee !
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart take and seal it!
Seal it from thy courts above!



In Affliction.
i O LORD, our Governor, thy will

Most sov'reign is and free;
And all created things fulfil

Thy absolute decree.
? Thy wisdom plann'd thy great design,

Unchangeably the same:
Let earth, as heav'n, to thee resign,

And both thy praise proclaim.
3 The lots of all thy creatures shew

That thy whole will shall stand;
Nor can their utmost pow'r o'erthrow

Thy word, or stay thy hand.
4 Had I but knowledge to discern

Thy wisdom, love, and pow'r, From ev'ry sorrow I should learn

To thank thee more and more.
5 Then turn thee to thy rest, my soul,

And kiss the needful rod;
Nor seek thy sov'reign to control,

But know that he is God.

6 Dear Father, to thy hand I bow,

For to thy pleasure still,
Thy creatures all obedience owe,

And good is all thy will.

10. The Spiritual Voyage. [Tune, Messiah. 1 Jesus, at thy command

I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all to sleep.
For thee I would the world resign,

And sail to heav'n with thee and thine. 2 Thou art my Pilot wise;

My compass is thy word:
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a Lord !
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r

To save me in the trying hour.
3 Tho' rocks and quicksands deep

Through all my passage lie;
Yet Christ will safely keep,

And guide me with his eye.
He bears the world and all things up,

Nor can I sink with such a prop. 4 By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest:
My soul, thy sails expand,

And fly to Jesus' breast.
O may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress ao more!

5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss,
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,

Lest I should suffer loss;
For more the treach'rous calm I dread

Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow

A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To waft, from all below,

To heav'n my destin`d place!
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.


Why art thou cast down?
1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,

And contradict his gracious word!
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,

Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,

Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 3 When first before his mercy-seat

Thou didst to him thy all commit,
He gave thee warrant, from that hour,

To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,

And he refuse to hear thy call ?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?

5 Like David, thou may'st comfort draw,

Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw:
Goliath's rage I may defy,

For God, my Saviour, still is nigh. 6 He, who has help'd me hitherto,

Will help me all my journey thro',
And give me daily cause to raise

New Ebenezers to his praise.
7 Tho' rough and thorny be the road,

It leads thee home apace to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.


C. M.

The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. . | The saints should never be dismay'd,

Nor sink in hopeless fear,
For when they least expect his aid

The Saviour will appear.
2 This Abra'm found: he raised the knife;

God saw, and said “Forbear; Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;

Behold the victim there!" 3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;

But hark! the foe's at hand; Saul turns his arms another way,

To save th' invaded land. 4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,

He thought to rise no more; But God prepar'd a fish to save

And bear him to the shore.

5 Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine,

That meet us in his word: May every deep-felt care of mine

Be trusted with the Lord! 6 Wait for his seasonable aid,

And, tho' it tarry, wait;
The promise may be long delay'd,

But cannot come too late.


C. M.

The Storm hushed. 1 Tis

is past! the dreadful stormy night

Is gone, with all its fears! And now I see returning light,

The Lord, my sun, appears.
2 The tempter, who but lately said

I soon should be his prey,
Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled

With shame and grief away.
3 Ah, Lord, since thou didst hide thy face,

What has my soul endur'd!
But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace,

And all my wounds are cur'd!
4 Oh wondrous change! but just before

Despair beset me round;
I heard the lion's horrid roar,

And trembled at the sound.
5 Before corruption, guilt, and fear,

My comforts, blasted, fell;
And unbelief discovered near

The dreadful depths of hell.

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