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HYMN 226. L. M.

Bath, Luton, Wells.

STEELE.

Trust in God. Hab. iii. 17, 18.

THE God of my salvation lives ;
My nobler life he will sustain ;

His word immortal vigor gives,

Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain. 2 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, Tho' every earthly comfort die ; Thy smile can bid my pains depart, And raise my sacred pleasures high. 3 Oh, let me hear thy blissful voice, Inspiring life and joy divine! The barren desert shall rejoice ; 'Tis Paradise, if thou art mine!

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St. Thomas, Shirland.

IVE to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismay'd;

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears;
He shall lift up thy head.

2 Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears the way;
Wait thou his time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3 Still heavy is thy heart ?-
Still sink thy spirits down ?-

Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And every care be gone.

4 What tho' thou rulest not!
Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, that "God is on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.”

HYMN 228.

5, 6. NEWTON.

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Newcastle, Devonshire.

I will trust. Isa. xii. 2.

B My Saviour is near;

EGONE, unbelief!

And for my relief
Will surely appear:
By pray'r let me wrestle,
And he will perform;
With Christ in the vessel,
I smile at the storm.

2 Determin'd to save,
He watch'd o'er my path,
When, Satan's blind slave,
I sported with death :
And can he have taught me
To trust in his name,
And thus far have brought me
To put me to shame?

3 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain?
He told me no less:
The heirs of salvation,
I know from his word,
Thro' much tribulation,
Must follow their Lord.

4 Tho' dark be my way,
Since he is my guide,
'Tis mine to obey,
"Tis his to provide;

His way was much rougher,
And darker than mine;
Did Jesus thus suffer,
And shall I repine?

5 His love, in time past,
Forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last
In trouble to sink:
Tho' painful at present,
"Twill cease before long,
And then, Oh, how pleasant
The conqueror's song!

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Green's Hundredth, Islington.

True wisdom. Prov. iii. 13.

HAPPY the man, who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,

The wisdom coming from above,
And faith that sweetly works by love.
2 Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flow'ry paths are peace;
Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compar'd with her. 3 Happy the man, who wisdom gains, In whose obedient heart she reigns; He owns, and will forever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heav'n are one.

HYMN 230. c. M. NEWTON.

Mear, Abridge.

Zeal-true and false.

EAL is that pure and heav'nly flame,
The fire of love supplies;

While that which often bears the name,
Is self in a disguise.

2 True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;

The false is headstrong, fierce and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.

3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace:

But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim,
Its end is satisfy'd,

If sinners love the Saviour's name,
Nor seeks it aught beside.

5 But self, however well employ'd,
Has its own ends in view;
And says, as boasting Jehu cry'd,
"Come, see what I can do."

6 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove :
And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.

CHRISTIAN.

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HYMN 231. L. M.

JES

STENNETT.

Vanhall's Hymn, Leeds.

Warfare. Eph. vi. 13—17.

ESUS, my King, proclaims the war;
"Awake, the pow'rs of hell are near
"To arms, to arms!" I hear him cry,
""Tis yours to conquer or to die."

2 Rous'd by the animating sound,
I cast my eager eyes around;
Make haste to gird my armour on,
And bid each trembling fear be gone.
Hope is my helmet, faith my shield,
The word of God the sword I wield;
With sacred truth my loins are girt,
And holy zeal inspires my heart.
`4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight,
Resolv'd to put my foes to flight;
While Jesus kindly deigns to spread
His conqu❜ring banner o'er my head.
5 In him I hope, in him I trust;

His bleeding cross is all my boast;
Thro' troops of foes he'll lead me on
To vict❜ry and the victor's crown.

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