4 Thy footsteps he will guard,
His angels round thee place;
So shalt thou find thy way prepar'd
While trusting in his grace.
And from its haunts depart ;
Henceforth let sin have all thy grief;
And JESUS all thy heart.
Supplies in the Wilderness.
1 WHEN Israel by divine command,
The pathless desert trod;
They found throughout that dreary land,
A sure resource in God.
2 Like them we have a rest in view,
Secure from adverse powers;
Like them, we pass a desert too,
But Israel's God is ours.
3 His word, a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see ;
His love, a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.
4 Jesus, the bread of life, is giv'n
To be our daily food :
We drink a wond'rous stream from heav'n, 'Tis water, wine, and blood.
5 Lord, 'tis enough, I ask no more,
These blessings are divine;
I envy not the worldling's store,
Since Christ and heav'n are mine.
1 WHEN the belov'd disciple took The angel's little open book,
Which by the Lord's command he ate,
It tasted bitter after sweet.
2 Thus when the gospel is embrac'd
At first 'tis sweeter to the taste
Than honey, or the honey comb,
But there's a bitterness to come.
3 What sweetness does the promise yield,
When by the Holy Spirit seal'd!
The longing soul is fill'd with good,
Nor feels a wish for other food.
4 When sin revives, and shews its pow'r,
When Satan threatens to devour,
When God afflicts, and men revile,
We drag our steps with pain and toil.
5 When thus deserted, tempest-tost,
The sense of former sweetness lost,
We tremble, lest we were deceiv'd,
In thinking that we once believ'd.
6 The Lord first makes the sweetness known,
To win and fix us for his own;
And though we now some bitters meet,
We hope for everlasting sweet.
The Believer in Tears.
1 THOU gracious God, to whom I pray, Now to my soul appear;
Speak in compassion, Lord, and say,
"I've seen thy ev'ry tear."
2 Give me clear views of thy rich love,
Of thy paternal care;
Give me to know thou dost approve
The penitential tear.
3 Surely my Jesus clearly sees
The sorrows of my heart;
O that he now would give me ease,
And strength divine impart.
4 But the sore trials of the way,
Fill me with gloomy fear;
Renew'd afflictions, day by day,
Renew the streaming tear.
5 Soon may the happy period come
When I shall see thy face;
Enter my everlasting home,
And tears for ever cease.
The Believer's Blessedness.
1 HOW blest are they whose feet have found
The way unto Immanuel's ground;
And steadfast walk the blissful road
Far from the path by sinners trod.
2 Their weary spirits sweetly rest
Upon the dear Redeemer's breast;
They so much of his mercy prove,
As wins their grateful hearts to love.
3 His Spirit shews their sins forgiv❜n,
And seals them as the heirs of heav'n;
And gives them patience here to wait,
'Till Jesus them to bliss translate.
4 He arms them for the evil day,
That they in heart with him may stay;
He girds them with his mighty pow'r,
And brings them through each trying hour.
5 Then rest, my soul, upon the Lord,
On Jesus Christ, the living Word;
And then thy joy shall ne'er decay,
Till it breaks out in endless day.
The Believer's Triumph.
1 CHRIST is my rock, my hope, my stay,
In him I triumph all the day;
Who can conceive the pure delight
My soul enjoys when he's in sight.
2 Though num'rous evils o'er me roll,
And threaten ruin to my soul,
Still in the strength my Jesus brings,
My soul triumphant-loudly sings.
3 Sings in the midst of various woes;
Sings through the host of all her foes;
Pursues her steady course to God,
Through the rich plea of Jesus' blood.
4 For all the grace that makes me sing,
I'll ever thank my God and King;
'Tis he alone my triumphs raise,
And he alone shall have the praise
1 AWAKE our souls, away our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone :
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But Jesus is the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint. 3 From thee, the overflowing spring, Believers draw a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
Our souls would mount to thine abode !
On wings of love to Jesus fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas!
3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
4 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die :
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
5 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies ;
The glory shall be thine.
The Christian Traveller.
AS when the weary traveller gains
The height of some o'er-looking hill,
His heart revives, if cross the plains
He views his home, though distant still.
2 So when the Christian pilgrim views,
By faith, his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The thought of home his spirit cheers,
No more he grieves for troubles past;
Nor any future trial fears,
So he may safe arrive at last.
4 "'Tis there," he says, "I am to dwell
"With Jesus in the realms of day;
"Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
"And he shall wipe my tears away.”
5 Jesus, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode :
Where we shall meet with all our friends,
Who travell'd with us on the road.
1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armour on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
3 What though thine inward lusts rebel,
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.
4 Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring robes for conqu❜rors wait.
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