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9 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
Lord, revive us,
64. My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth,
give I unto you. John xiv. 27. 1 The world can neither give nor take,
Nor can they comprehend, That peace of God which Chist has brought,
That peace which knows no end.
Whilst God remained there;
Found fire as soft as air.
3 God's furnace doth in Zion stand,
But Zion's God sits by, As the refiner views his gold
With an observant eye.
His wounds a cure intend,
He loves unto the end.
Tho' clouds come oft between; And, could my faith but pierće these clouds,
It might be always seen.
6 Yet I shall ever live and sing,
And thou for ever shine;
Lord, thou art ever mine!
God's Promise and Truth unchangeable.
Heb. vi, 17-19.
To rend my soul from thee, my God!
And Jesus seals it with his blood.
Join to confirm the wondrous grace;
And fills all heav'n with endless praise. 3 Amidst temptations sharp and long,
My soul to this dear refuge flies;
While tempests blow and billows rise. 4 The gospel bears my spirits up;
A faithful and unchanging God
66. 1 With meek and contrite hearts, dear Lord,
Thou condescend'st to dwell;
Waiting thy pow'r to feel!
2 Thou who on earth as man wast slain,
But now with glory crown'd,
By sin and sorrow bound.
Oh help us to receive !
May ev'ry heart believe!
With tokens from above;
A taste of dying love!
Increase our faith and love,
To join thy courts above!
Praise for Salvation.
What pleasure to our ears!
A cordial for our fears! 2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
Conspire to raise the sound!
To thee the praise belongs;
And dwell upon our tongues !
Be unto the Lamb for ever!
The wonders of thy grace;
Should find a welcome place. 2 We that are all defil'd with sin,
And rebels to our God;
And trampled on his blood.
That such poor souls have room;
Our Jesus bids us come. 4 “Eat! O my friends," the Saviour cries,
• The feast is made for you;
And rose and triumph'd too." 5 With trembling faith and bleeding hearts,
Lord, we accept thy love;
What will it be above!
Join all your praising pow'rs;
No Saviour is like ours !
Is our chastising God!
Which blossom from his rod !
2 He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,
May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus they bow,
And own his sovereign sway;
To his forsaken way.
And seek the happy bands,
To honour his commands. 5 Dear Father! we consent
To discipline divine;
Still more completely thine. 6 Supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace;
And every frailty cease.