2 Then smaller griefs were laid aside,
And all our cares summ'd up in one;
"Let us but have thy word," we cry'd,
"In other things thy will be done!"
3 Since he has granted our request,
And we still hear the gospel voice,
Altho' by many trials prest,
In this we can and will rejoice.
4 Tho' to our lot temptations fall,
Tho' pain, and want, and cares annoy,
The precious gospel sweetens all,
And yields us med'cine, food, and joy.
Lovest thou me? [Tune, Celestial Voice.
ARK, my soul, it is the Lord!
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word!
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
2 "I deliver'd thee when bound,
And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound;
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light..
3 "Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bear?
Yes, she may forgetful be;
Yet will I remember thee.
"Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be,-
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?”
6 "Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore;
O for grace to love thee more!"
Deep calleth unto deep.
1 GOD of my life, to thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great waterfloods prevail
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where should I lodge my deep complaint;
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse the mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain ?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer pray'r;
But a pray'r-hearing, answ'ring God,
Supports me under ev'ry load.
5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me-
I have an Advocate with thee:
They whom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast.
6 Poor tho' I am, despis'd, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
The good Samaritan. Luke x. 33-35.
1 How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves!
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.
2 Oh! I remember well the day,
When sorely wounded, nearly slain,
Like that poor man, I bleeding lay,
And groan'd for help, but groan'd in vain.
3 Men saw me in this helpless case,
And pass'd without compassion by;
Each neighbour turn'd away his face,
Unmoved by my mournful cry.
4 But He, whose name had been my scorn,
(As Jews Samaritans despise)
Came when he saw me thus forlorn,
With love and pity in his eyes:
5 Gently he rais'd me from the ground,
Press'd me to lean upon his arm,
And into ev'ry gaping wound
He pour'd his own all-healing balm.
6 Unto his church my feet he led,
The house prepar'd for sinners lost;
Gave charge I should be cloth'd and fed,
And took upon him all the cost.
7 Thus sav'd from death, from want secur'd, I wait till he again shall come, (When I shall be completely cur'd) And take me to his heav'nly home. 8 There thro' eternal, boundless days, When nature's wheel no longer rolls, How shall I love, adore, and praise, This good Samaritan to souls!
Hope beyond the Grave.
y soul, this curious house of clay, Thy present frail abode,
Must quickly fall to worms a prey,
And thou return to God.
Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy
The change before it come?
And say, "Let death this house destroy,
I have a heav'nly home!"
3 The Saviour, whom I then shall see
With new admiring eyes,
Already has prepar'd for me
A mansion in the skies.
4 I feel this mud-wall'd cottage shake,
And long to see it fall,
That I my willing flight may take
To him who is my all.
5 Burden'd and groaning then no more,
My rescued soul shall sing,
As up the shining path I soar,
"Death, thou hast lost thy sting."
6 Dear Saviour, help us now to seek
And know thy grace's pow'r,
That we may all this language speak
Before the dying hour.
Paul's Voyage. Acts xxvii.
1 Ir Paul in Cesar's court must stand,
He need not fear the sea,
Secur'd from harm on ev'ry hand
By the divine decree.
2 Altho' the ship in which he sail'd
By dreadful storms was toss'd,
The promise over all prevail'd,
And not a life was lost.
3 Jesus! the God whom Paul ador'd,
Who saves in time of need,
Was then confess'd, by all on board,
A present help indeed!
4 Tho' neither sun nor stars were seen,
Paul knew the Lord was near,
And faith preserv'd his soul serene
When others shook for fear.
5 Believers thus are toss'd about
On life's tempestuous main,
But grace assures, beyond a doubt,
They shall their port attain.
6 They must, they shall appear one day
Before their Saviour's throne;
The storms they meet with by the way
But make his power known.
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