120.

Nothing too hard for the Lord. 6.8.

1 By whom was David taught

To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliath fought,

And laid the Gittite low?

No sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook!
2 'Twas Israel's God and King
Who sent him to the fight,
Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright:

Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours!

3 Who order'd Gideon forth

To storm the invader's camp,
With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp?
The trumpets made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown!

4 Oh I have seen the day,

When with a single word,

God helping me to say,

My trust is in the Lord,
My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.

5 But unbelief, self-will,

Self-righteousness, and pride,

How often do they steal

My weapon from my side!

Yet David's Lord and Gideon's friend

Will help his servant to the end!

MAY all my Saviour's love and smart
Be sweetly graven on my heart,
And with me fast abide!

And let me sing thy praises well,
And love thee more than I can tell,
And trust in none beside!

То

YE that pass by,

To Jesus draw nigh,

P. M.

[Tune, Atonement.

you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace,

Your surety he is;

Come see if there ever was sorrow like his !

2 The Lord, in the day
Of his anger, did lay

Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away:
Come lift up your eyes

At Jesus's cries,
Impassive, he suffers; immortal, he dies!

3 He dies to atone

For sins not his own;

The Father has punished for us his dear Son: With joy we approve

The design of his love,

'Tis a wonder below, and a wonder above!

4 He came from above

Our curse to remove,

[love.

He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would

When time is no more

We still shall adore

That ocean of love without bottom or shore!

123.

The Darkness of Providence.

1 LORD, we adore thy dark designs,
The deep abyss of providence,

Too deep to sound with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble sense!

2 Now thou array'st thy awful face
In angry frowns without a smile;
Saints, thro' a cloud believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still!

3 Thro' seas and storms of deep distress,
They sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides them in the wilderness
Thro' all the gloomy shades of night.
4 Dear Father, if thou with thy rod
Resolve to scourge us here below,
Still may we lean upon our God,
Thy arm shall bear us safely thro'!

L. M.

124.

C. M.

The Resurrection and the Life.

John xi. 25.

"I

1 AM," saith Christ, "your glorious head,

(May we attention give;)

The resurrection of the dead,
The life of all that live!

2 By faith in me the soul receives
New life, though dead before;
And he that in my name believes
Shall live for evermore.

3 Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord,
On us assembled here;

Put forth thy Spirit with the word,
And cause the dead to hear!

4 Preserve the pow'r of faith alive
In those that love thy name;
For sin and Satan daily strive
To quench the sacred flame.

5 Thy pow'r and mercy first prevail'd
From death to set us free;

And often since our life had fail'd,
If not renew'd by thee.

6 To thee we look, to thee we bow,
To thee for help we call;
Our life, our resurrection thou,
Our hope, our joy, our all!

125.

Hoping in God.

[Tune, Gratitude.

1 CEASE, O believer, cease to mourn; Return unto thy rest, return!

Why should thy sorrows swell? Though deep distress thy steps attend, Thy warfare shall in triumph end, With thee it shall go well.

2 Thy God hath said, his word shall stand,
Not like the writing on the sand,
But firm as his decree,

That "When thy foes, death, hell, and sin,
On every side shall hem thee in,

A wall of fire I'll be."

3 Though trouble now thy heart appals,
And deep to deep incessant calls,
No storm shall injure thee.
Thy anchor, once in Jesus cast,
Shall hold thy soul, till thou at last
Him face to face shalt see.

126.

Bitter and Sweet.

7.

[Tune, Penitent.

1 KINDLE, Saviour, in my heart

A flame of love divine;

Hear, for mine I trust thou art,
And sure I would be thine!
If my soul has felt thy grace,
If to me thy name is known,
Why should trifles fill the place
Due to thyself alone?

2 "Tis a strange mysterious life
I live from day to day;

Light and darkness, peace and strife,
Bear an alternate sway.

When I think the battle won

I have to fight it o'er again;
When I say I'm overthrown
Relief I soon obtain.