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From the earth our hearts they wean,
Teach us on his arm to lean;
Urge us to a throne of grace,

Make us seek a resting-place. 8 In the mansions of our King

Sweets abound without a sting;
Thornless there the roses blow,
And the joys unmingled flow.


C, M.

The joy of the Lord is your strength. 1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,

Is vanity and toil.
2 But where the Lord has planted grace,

And made his glories known,
There fruits of heavenly joy and peace

Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,

A sense of pard'ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,

Give joys like those above.
4 To take a glimpse within the vail,

To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,

Unspeakable! divine!
5 These are the joys that satisfy

And sanctify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,

And leave the world behind.

6 No more, believers, mourn your lot;

But, if you are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know him not

Such joys as earth affords.


C. M.

The Name of Jesus.
i How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding place; My never-failing treasury, fillid

With boundless stores of grace!
4 By thee my prayʻrs acceptance gain,

Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a child.
5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End !

Accept the praise I bring!
6 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art

I'll praise thee as I ought.

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+ Till then I would thy love proclaim

With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death!

139. Confession and Prayer for National Calamities.

L. M.

i On, may the pow'r which melts the rock,

Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock

The God whom we profess and fear!
2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,

Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee;
We own thy just uplifted hand,

Which thousands cannot, will not see. 3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care

On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot;
While other nations, far and near,

Have envied and admired our lot! 4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt,

The glorious gospel brightly shone;
And oft our enemies have felt

That God has made our cause his own. 5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard

Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has rear'd,

Rebels against his goodness prove.
6 His grace despis’d, his pow'r defy'd,

And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride,
Are signs that mark the present times.

7 The Lord, displeas'd, has rais'd his rod;

Ah, where are now the faithful few
Who tremble for the ark of God,

And know what Israel ought to do! 8 Lord, hear thy people ev'ry where,

Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray;
The nation and thy churches spare,
And let thy wrath be turn'd away!

C. M.


Seeking the Beloved.
1 To those who know the Lord I speak,

Is my Beloved near?
The Bridegroom of my soul I seek,

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

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

That earth or heaven has known.
3 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.
4 He speaks! obedient to his call

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

Then all alike would love.
5 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.

6 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!



The Way of Access.
i One glance of thine, eternal Lord,

Pierces all nature through;
Nor heaven, nor earth, nor hell, afford

A shelter from thy view!
2 The mighty whole, each smaller part,

At once before thee lies;
And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart

Is open to thine eyes.
3 Though greatly from myself conceal'd,

Thou seest my inward frame;
To thee I always stand reveal'd

Exactly as I am.
4 Since, therefore, I can hardly bear

What in myself I see;
How vile and black must I appear,

Most holy God, to thee!
5 But, since my Saviour stands between

In garments dy'd in blood, 'Tis he, instead of me, is seen,

When I approach to God. 6 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe;

He pleads before the throne His life and death in my behalf,

And calls my sins his own.

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