If he worms and sparrows feed,
Clothe the grass in rich array,
Can he see a child in need,
And turn his eye away?

Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy restless fears begone: Look to Jesus :||: And rejoice in his great name.

known,

And sin my life employ'd,
Then be watch'd me as his own,
Or I had been destroy'd ;
Now his mercy-seat I know,

Now by grace I'm reconcil'd,
Would he spare me, while a foe,
To leave me, when a child?
4. If he all my wants supplied,
When I disdain'd to pray,
Now his spirit is my guide,

How can he answer nay;
If he would not give me up,
When my soul against him fought,
Will he disappoint the hope,
Which he himself hath wrought?
5. If he shed his precious blood,
To bring me to his fold,
Can I think, that meaner good '
He will from me withhold?
Satan, vain is thy device,

Here my hope rests well assur'd; In that great redemption-price I see the whole secur❜d.

1099* T. 159.

LOOK up, my soul, to Christ thy joy,
With a believing mind,
With all the ills, which thee annoy,

The way to Jesus fiud;
Here in this world thou hast no home,
Nor lasting joy: to Jesus come,
He is the Pearl of greatest price;
Who all thy wants supplies.

2. Stedfast in faith to Jesus cleave, His faithfulness review, And ev'ry burthen with him leave,

Whose love is daily new : His ways with thee are just and right, He puts thy enemies to flight, However threat'ning they appear, Take he is near.

courage,

3. Thy closet enter, pray and sigh,
To Jesus tell thy grief,
His ear is open to thy cry,
His hand to give relief,

grieve,

Thy Saviour thee will never leave, His word is pass'd: he'll aid afford, Rely upon the Lord.

4. Lift up thy heart to him on high, And leave this sordid earth, Behold with a believing eye

God's excellence and worth; Devote thy life, thy all to him, Who did thy soul from death redeem, In love to thee the cross endur'd, And life for thee procur'd.

5. Arise and seek the things above,

Let heav'n be all thy aim, Where Jesus dwells in bliss and love,

And earth and sin disclaim; The world and all its empty joy His potent breath will once destroy; Abiding rest and peace of mind In Christ alone we find.

1100. T. 142.

O FOUNTAIN eternal of life and of light,

Where all find refreshment, who seek it aright,

Pure spring of salvation, And true consolation, From God's holy temple thy living stream rolls, Whose waters flow ample for thirsty souls.

all

2. Let him that is thirsty, encouraging call!

Now drink of the waters, abounding for all,

The promised blessing Is sweetly refreshing, Allye who are ailing and needy draw nigh, This well-spring ne'er-failing your wants will supply.

3. Thou river of life dost revive soul
and mind,
Those whom thou enrichest eternal
good find,

Amidst tribulation,
The cup of salvation,

by thee,

All sorrow and sadness affrighted must flee.

4. I plead thy rich promise, O give me to drink,

With fervor of spirit I wholly would sink

Into thy love's ocean,

O let true devotion

My heart be impelling, still onward

to rest,

Where saints are no longer by suff".
ring oppress'd,
Where joys beyond measure,
And fullness of pleasure

In glory transcendent the conquer. ors gain,

And where crowns resplendent the faithful obtain.

1101. T. 82.
FAITHFUL Saviour, we to thee
Will look up incessantly.
Happy in thy peace and blessing,
Filial confidence possessing,
We show forth thy matchless praise.
Poor in spirit, rich in grace,

2. God be prais'd! thy love is known,
Thou expectest this alone,
That disclaiming self-reliance,
We should yield a glad compliance,
With a mind devoutly still,
To thy good and perfectly will.

1006. T. 14.

FOR mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive,

From God, by my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?
2. Yet this acknowledgment I'll make,
For all he hath bestow'd,
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.

3.

The best return for one, like me, So wretched and so poor, Is from his gifts to draw a plea, And ask him still for more.

1107. T. 166. THANKS be to thee, O Lamb of God,

For thy unfathomable grace, How many benefits bestow'd

Forgotten and unnotic'd pass!
When I thy love astonish'd see,
What lengths, breadths, heights,
and depths appear!
Eternity, immensity,

These, these its only limits are.
1108. T. 114.

THE Lamb of God unspotted, pure and holy,

Who by his death us reconcil'd to
God,

And from our sins hath wash'd us