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3 Often at the mercy-seat,
While calling on thy name,
Which fill my soul with shame.
Like a feather in the air,
My soul, can this be pray'r? 4 But, when Christ, my Lord and Friend,
Is pleas'd to shew his pow'r,
And I've a golden hour:
Feel the pledge of joys to comé;
'Till thou shalt call me home!
[Tune, Zion's Rest. i Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r! 2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
When my eye-strings break in death,
Crucifixion to the World by the Cross of Christ. i When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ my God;
I sacrifice them for his blood.
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Or thorns compose so rich a crown!
That were a present far too small;
10. [Tune, Regent Street. 1 Though troubles assail,
And dangers affright,
And foes all unite;
The Lord will provide. 2 The birds without barn
Or storehouse are fed;
To trust for our bread:
Shall ne'er be denied,
The Lord will provide. 3 We may, like the ships,
By tempests be tost
But cannot be lost;
The wind and the tide,
The Lord will provide, 4 His call we obey,
Like Abra'm of old,
But faith makes us bold;
For, though we are strangers,
We have a good guide,
The Lord will provide. 5 When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
We triumph by faith;
Tho' oft he has tried,
The Lord will provide. 6 He tells us we're weak,
Our hope is in vain,
We ne'er shall obtain;
Our spirits have plied,
The Lord will provide. h No strength of our own
Or goodness we claim;
The Saviour's great name,'
For safety we hide,
The Lord will provide. 8 When life sinks apace,
And death is in view,
Shall comfort us through;
No fearing or doubting
With Christ on our side,
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,
Give me now my legacy.
(Me who no return can make) That which I can never buy;
Save and freely justify.
Let him breathe into my heart
Grace which shall for ever stay. 4 Send him to disperse my fears,
Bid him wipe away my tears;
2 Tim. ii, 13. [Tune, Mediator. 10, My distrustful heart,
How small thy faith appears !
Than all my doubts and fears.