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3 Often at the mercy-seat,

While calling on thy name,
Swarms of evil thoughts I meet,

Which fill my soul with shame.
Agitated in my mind,

Like a feather in the air,
Can I thus a blessing find?

My soul, can this be pray'r? 4 But, when Christ, my Lord and Friend,

Is pleas'd to shew his pow'r,
All at once my troubles end,

And I've a golden hour:
Then I see his smiling face,

Feel the pledge of joys to comé;
Often, Lord, repeat this grace,

'Till thou shalt call me home!

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[Tune, Zion's Rest. i Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;

Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r! 2 Not the labour of my hands

Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone!

3 Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Black, I to the fountain fly:

Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eye-strings break in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

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Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. i When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ my God;
All the vain things that charn me most,

I sacrifice them for his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown!
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

The Lord will provide.

10. [Tune, Regent Street. 1 Though troubles assail,

And dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail,

And foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us,

Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us

The Lord will provide. 2 The birds without barn

Or storehouse are fed;
From them let us learn

To trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting

Shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written,

The Lord will provide. 3 We may, like the ships,

By tempests be tost
On perilous deeps,

But cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrages

The wind and the tide,
The promise engages,

The Lord will provide, 4 His call we obey,

Like Abra'm of old,
Not knowing our way,

But faith makes us bold;

For, though we are strangers,

We have a good guide,
And trust in all dangers

The Lord will provide. 5 When Satan appears

To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,

We triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us,

Tho' oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise,

The Lord will provide. 6 He tells us we're weak,

Our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek

We ne'er shall obtain;
But, when such suggestions

Our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions,

The Lord will provide. h No strength of our own

Or goodness we claim;
Yet, since we have known

The Saviour's great name,'
In this our strong tow'r

For safety we hide,
The Lord is our pow'r,

The Lord will provide. 8 When life sinks apace,

And death is in view,
This word of his grace

Shall comfort us through;


No fearing or doubting

With Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting

The Lord will provide.

130. My peace I give unto you. John xiv. 27. 7. i Saviour, Lord, who at thy death

Peace didst to thy church bequeath,
Now confer thy peace on me;

Give me now my legacy.
2 Grant me for thy merit's sake

(Me who no return can make) That which I can never buy;

Save and freely justify.
3 Now the Holy Ghost impart,

Let him breathe into my heart
Joy which none can take away,

Grace which shall for ever stay. 4 Send him to disperse my fears,

Bid him wipe away my tears;
Fix his dwelling in my breast,
Seal of my eternal rest.


2 Tim. ii, 13. [Tune, Mediator. 10, My distrustful heart,

How small thy faith appears !
But greater, Lord, thou art

Than all my doubts and fears.
Did Jesus once upon me shine?
Then Jesus is for ever mine!

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