Power to believe, and go in peace
And never grieve thee more.
2 I ask the blood-bought pardon seal'd-
The liberty from sin-
The grace infus'd-the love reveal'd-
The kingdom fix'd within.
3 Thou hear'st me for salvation pray;
Thou seest my heart's desire;
Make ready in thy powerful day-
Thy fulness I require.
4 My vehement soul cries out, oppress'd,
Impatient to be freed!
Nor can I, Lord, nor will I, rest,
Till I am saved indeed.
5 Thou canst, thou wilt, I dare believe-
So arm me with thy power,
That I to sin may never cleave,
May never feel it more.
Watch and pray. Mat. xxvi. 41.
1 MY soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise,
And hosts of sins are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2 O, watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly ev'ry day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor once at ease sit down:
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou hast gain'd thy crown.
Self-denial. Mark viii. 34.
1 AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?
It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee
Will more than make amends
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.
3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!
4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.
Broaddus' Col. 247. C. M.
Happy child of grace.
1 HOW happy ev'ry child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiv'n!
This earth, he says, is not my place—
I seek my place in heaven,
A country far from mortal sight;
Yet, O! by faith I see
The land of rest, the saint's delight,
The heaven prepar'd for me.
2 O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heav'nly power
And antedate that day.
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.
3 O would he more of heaven bestow,
And let the vessel break,
And let our ransom'd spirits go
To grasp the God we seek!
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze
Who bought the sight for me,
And shout and wonder at his grace
To all eternity!
248. C. M.
Backsliding and returning.
1 HOW far, alas, in sinful ways,
How far from God, I've gone!
And now I mourn in painful lays-
Ah! Lord, what have I done?
2 To sin, and Satan's bold demand,
I was a willing prey;
He was not readier to command
Than I was to obey.
3 Perchance the tempter left my heart-
Yet still his work went on;
I acted o'er this dreadful part-
Ah! Lord, what have I done?
4 Saviour, almighty and divine,
I've slighted all thy charms;
Restore me from this sad decline,
Nor thrust me from thine arms.
Newton. 1 BLESS'D Saviour! by thy powerful word Once night was turn'd to day;
And thy salvation joy restor'd
Which I had sinn'd away.
2 'Twas then I wonder'd and ador'd
To see thy grace divine;
I felt thy love, I prais'd the Lord,
Who made such blessings mine.
3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own
A wretch so vile as I?
May I not still approach thy throne,
And, Abba, Father, cry?"
4 Lord, speak that gracious word again,
And cheer my drooping heart;
No voice but thine can soothe my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.
250. 5.6.
I will trust. Isa. xii. 2.
1 BEGONE, unbelief!
My Saviour is near,
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,
Through much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.
4 Though 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.
Though painful at present,
"Twill cease before long,
And then, O how pleasant
The conqueror's song!
251. 5.6.
The ravens. Luke xii. 24.
1 KIND teacher and Lord!
Thy wisdom we bless,
Who dost in thy word
This precept express;
May we from the heavens
This counsel receive,
Consider the ravens,
And learn to believe.
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