2 I cannot from my idols part,
Nor love the Lord with all my heart,"
Nor can myself deny; addin
I cannot pray, and feel thee near,
Nor can I sing with heav'nly cheer,
Unless the Lord is nigh.
3 Since life divine in Adam fell,
On spiritual things we cannot dwell,
The heart is turn'd aside;
And none can raise to life the dead,
But he who rais'd himself indeed,
And for dead sinners died.
4 On him almighty help is laid,
An all-sufficient Saviour made,'
And stands within my call;
Tho' nothing in myself 1 am,
But deaf, and dumb, and blind, and lame,
Thro' him I may do all.
5 Then let this mighty Jesus be isod a
An all-sufficient help for me, 49 Bl
Creating pow'r and will;
Thy grace sufficed saints of old,
It made them strong, and made them bold,
And it sufficeth still.
Praise for spiritual and temporal Mercies, M.
1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul! qad
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue ti
tongue to bless his name
Whose favours are divine.
O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,
'Tis he relieves thy pain;
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave;
He that redeem'd thy soul from hell
Hath sov'reign pow'r to save.
His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.
The king of Assyria came unto Ahaz, and distressed him, but strengthened him not.
2 Chron. xxviii. 20.
1 A JEWISH king, by war opprest,
Reduced much and wanting rest,
For foreign help will send;
Assyria's prince an army brought,
Distresses him, but strengthens not,
And proves a wretched friend.
2 How oft is Ahaz' case our own!
How oft a child of God's o'erthrown
By seeking unto man,
If, plunged into deep distress,
He flies to man for some redress,
And nothing finds but pain!
3 With lifted voice to God we pray,
Yet look and seek another way
To find a creature prop;
And all who look with double eye,
Nor will on Christ alone rely,
Shall find a blasted hope.
4 That man, the Lord affirms, is curst,
Who in a creature puts his trust
And maketh flesh his arm;
His heart a wilderness shall be,
His eye no cheering good shall see,
But shall see woful harm.
5 Then give me, Lord, the simple heart,
The single eye, the child-like part,
To rest upon thy lap;
To call when fears oppress my mind,
And leave it with the Lord to find
A way for my escape.
My God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.
To thee, and thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.
Where the s Where all my pleasures roll,04 The circle le where my passions move, And centre of my soul. of my soul,
For the Ordinance of the Lord's Supper, C. M.
1 THE mem'ry of our dying Lord
Awakes a thankful tongue;
How rich he spread his royal board,
And blest the food, and sung!
2 Happy the men that eat this bread;
But doubly blest was here
That gently bow'd his loving head,
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.
3 By faith the same delights we taste
As that great fav'rite did,
And sit and lean on Jesu's breast,
And take the heav'nly bread.
4 Down from the palace of the skies,
Hither the Lord descends,
"Come, my beloved, eat, (he cries) And drink salvation, friends."
1 GIVE thanks to God, invoke his name, Proclaim abroad his grace;
Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame,
That men may seek his face.
2 His cov'nant, which he kept in mind
For num'rous ages past,
Thro' every period yet to come
In equal force shall last.
3 He sware to Abr’ham and his seed,
And made the blessings sure;
Gentiles the ancient promise read,
And find his truth endure.
4 The Lord himself chose out their way,
And mark'd their journeys right;
Gave them a leading cloud by day,
A fiery guide by night..
5 They thirst; and waters from the rock
In rich abundance flow,
And, following still the course they took,
Ran all the desert thro'.
6 O wondrous stream! O blessed type
Of ever-flowing grace!
So Christ, our rock, maintains our life
Thro' all this wilderness.
7 Then let the world forbear its rage,
The church renounce her fear;
Israel must live thro' every age,
And be th' Almighty's care. ›
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