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4 Well when the gospel yields
Her honey, milk, and wine:
Well when thy soul her leanness feels,
And all thy joys decline.

5 Well when the promise speaks
Sweet words of peace to thee:
Well when thy soul with sorrow breaks,
And thou no Christ canst see.

6 'Tis well when joys arise,
'Tis well when sorrows flow,
'Tis well when darkness veils the skies,
And strong temptations blow.

7 'Tis well when at the throne
They wrestle, weep, and pray:
'Tis well when at his feet they groan,
Yet bring their wants away.

8 'Tis well when on the mount
They feast on dying love,
And 'tis as well in God's account
When they the furnace prove.

9 'Tis well when Jesus calls
From earth and sin to rise;
To join the host of virgin souls,
Made to salvation wise.

54.

Psalm cxiii.

FROM

ROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise!
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.

L. M.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord! Eternal truth attends thy word!

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, "Till suns shall rise and set no more!

55.

My times are in thy hands. Ps. xxxi. 15. Tune, Sovereignty. 1 SOV'REIGN Ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise,

All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 His decree, who formed the earth,
Fix'd my first and second birth;
Parents, native place, and time,
All appointed were by him.

3 He that form'd me in the womb,
He shall guide me to the tomb.
All my times must ever be
Order'd by his wise decree,

4 Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of poverty and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief,
Times of triumph and relief.

5 Times the tempter's pow'r to prove,
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please my heav'nly friend.
6 Plagues and deaths around me fly;
'Till he bids I cannot die;

Not a single shaft can hit
"Till the God of Love sees fit.

56.

For he hath said, I will never leave thee nor

forsake thee. Heb. xiii. 5.

[Tune, Zion's Foundation.

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 "In every condition, in sickness or health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth; At home or abroad, on the land, on the sea; As thy days may demand, so shall thy strength be. 3 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd! I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hand.

4 'When thro 'the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

5 "When thro' fiery trials thy path-way shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply: The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

6 "Even down to old age my people shall prove My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love; And, when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

7 "The soul that on Jesus has lean'd for repose I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, tho' all hell shall endeavour to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake!"

57.

It is God that justifieth, who is he that condemneth?
Rom. viii. 33, 34.

1 WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn ?
'Tis God that justifies their souls;
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead;
And, their salvation to fulfil,

Behold him rising from the dead! 3 He lives, he lives, and sits above, For ever interceding there!

L.M.

Who shall divide us from his love,
Or what shall tempt us to despair?
4 Shall persecution or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?
He that hath lov'd us bears us thro',
And makes us more than conqu'rors too!
5 Faith has an overcoming pow'r,
It triumphs in the dying hour;
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we sink with such a prop!

6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Or pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,
Or separate us from his love.

58.

Men ought always to pray and not to faint.

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He bows his gracious ear;
We never plead in vain;

Yet we must wait till he appear,
And pray, and pray again.

Tho' unbelief suggest,
Why should we longer wait?
He bids us never give him rest,
But be importunate.

'Twas thus a widow poor,
Without support or friend,
Beset the unjust judge's door,
And gain'd at last her end.

And shall not Jesus hear
His chosen when they cry?
Yes, tho' he may awhile forbear,

He'll help them from on high!

6 His nature, truth, and love,
Engage him on their side;

When they are griev'd his bowels move;
And can they be deny'd?