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177. The God of Abraham. [Tune, Request. i The God of Abr’ham praise,

Who reigns enthron'd above;
Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of love!
Jehovah, great I AM!

By earth and heav'n confest;
I bow and bless the sacred name,

For ever blest!
2 The God of Abr’ham praise,

At whose supreme command
From earth I rise and scek the joys

At his right hand.
I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and pow'r,
And him my only portion make,

My shield and tow'r! 3 The God of Abr'ham praise,

Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days

In all his ways.
He calls a worm his friend!

He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the end,

Thro' Jesu's blood ! 4 He by himself hath sworn,

I on his oath depend,
I shall, on eagle's wings upborne,

To heav'n ascend!

I shall behold his face,

I shall his pow'r adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore!
5 Tho' nature's strength decay,

And earth and hell withstand,
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way

At his command!
The wat'ry deep I pass

With Jesus in my view,
And through the howling wilderness

My way pursue! 6 The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest,
A land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest!
There milk and honey flow,

And oil and wine abound,
And trees of life for ever grow,

With glory crowu'd !
7 There dwells the Lord our King,

The Lord our righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,

The Prince of peace!
On Zion's sacred height

His kingdom still remains;
And glorious, with his saints in light,

For ever reigns.
8 He keeps his own secure,

He guards them by his side;
Arrays in garments bright and pure

His chosen bride!

With streams of sacred bliss,

groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of paradise,

He still supplies !

9 Before the great Three-One

His saints exulting stand,
And shout the wonders grace has done

Through all their land !
The list'ning spheres attend,

And swell the growing fame,
And sing, in songs that never end,

The wondrous name! 10 The triune God on high

The glad archangels sing;
And “ Holy, holy, holy,” cry,

Almighty King,
" Who wast and art the same,

And evermore shalt be!
Hail, Father, Spirit, Son, I Am!

We worship thee!" 11 Before the Saviour's face

The ransom'd nations bow;
O'erwhelm'd by his almighty grace,

Their crowns they throw.
He shews his scars of love,

They kindle to a flame,
And suund, thro' all the worlds above,

The slaughter'd Lamb! 12 The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high ;
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"

They ever cry.

Hail, Abr'ham's God and mine!

(I join the heav'nly lays)
All might and majesty are thine,

And endless praise !


L. M.

Let not the waterflood overflow me.
i Tug roaring waves and ruffling blasts,

Like pirates, keep my soul in chase;
They break my anchor, sails, and masts,

And yield me no reposing place.
2 Temptations come like hasty floods,

And plunge me in the deep outright;
My heav'n is oft o'ercast with clouds,

And sheds an awful low'ring light. 3 Storm after storm is black with ill,

And thunders rattling make me start;
Wave after wave come dashing still,

And burst their foam upon my heart. 4 Oh! that my bark was safe on shore,

Lodg'd in the port where Jesus is;
Where neither winds nor waters roar,

And all the tides are tides of bliss !
5 But where my ship is doom'd to ride,

And beat on life's tempestuous sea,
My floating ark may Jesus guide,
And pilot and sheet-anchor be!

L. M.

179. If any man will come after me, let him take


his cross daily, and follow me. Luke ix. 23. I AFFLICTIONS are the lot of saints,

And Jesus sends a needful crop;
But froward children make complaints,

Nor care to take the crosses up.
2 If inward conflicts press me sore,

And pain me much and bow me quite,
Still let me rest on Jesu's pow'r

To put these bosom foes to flight! 3 In darkness when I pensive go,

And see no sun nor stars appear,
Instruct me how to trust thee so,

And wait till daylight draweth near! 4 If household friends against me rise,

Or taunting neighbours round me dwell,
Yet let me give no harsh replies,

But bear the sad unkindness well! 5 Should famine cast a meagre stare,

And thrust his head within my door,
Still let me trust in Jesu's care,

To feed and clothe his helpless poor!
6 Should pain o'er my weak flesh prevail,

And fevers burn within my breast,
And heart and strength and reason fail,

Be yet my soul on Jesus cast! 7 In every trial let me be

Supplied with all-sufficient grace ;
My spirit calmly staid on thee,
And sweetly kept in perfect peace!

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