9 Break the tempter's fatal power, All our help must come from thee! 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, C. M. That peace of God which Chist has brought, That peace which knows no end. 2 The burning bush was not consum'd The three, when Jesus made the fourth, 3 God's furnace doth in Zion stand, As the refiner views his gold 4 His thoughts are high, his love is wise, And, though he doth not always smile, 5 His love is constant as the sun, Tho' clouds come oft between; And, could my faith but pierce these clouds, It might be always seen. 6 Yet I shall ever live and sing, I have thine own dear pledge for this; 65. God's Promise and Truth unchangeable. 1 How oft have sin and Satan strove And Jesus seals it with his blood. 2 The oath and promise of the Lord 66. L. M. C. M. 1 WITH meek and contrite hearts, dear Lord, Thou condescend'st to dwell; And, lo, we now surround thy board, 2 Thou who on earth as man wast slain, 3 The precious tokens of thy death, Lively in hope and firm in faith, 4 Each humble soul do thou enlarge And give a full and free discharge, 5 Lord, banish unbelief and fear, 67. Praise for Salvation. 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound! 2 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; 3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb, C. M. Chorus. Glory, honour, praise, and power, 68. For the Ordinance of the Lord's Supper. The wonders of thy grace; Should find a welcome place. 3 What strange surprising grace is this! C. M. 4 "Eat! O my friends," the Saviour cries, “The feast is made for you; For you I groan'd, and bled, and died, 5 With trembling faith and bleeding hearts, Lord, we accept thy love; 'Tis a rich feast thy blood prepares, 6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heav'n, 69. Afflictions. 1 How gracious and how wise And Oh how rich the blessings are 2 He lifts it up on high With pity in his heart, That every stroke his children feel 3 Instructed thus they bow, And own his sovereign sway; 4 His cov❜nant love they seek, That closer still engage their hearts 5 Dear Father! we consent To discipline divine; C. M. And bless the pain that makes our souls 6 Supported by thy love, We tend to realms of peace; |