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6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of inine
In thine own crimson sea!
Can melt the flint away.
HYMN 99. C. M.
Abas'd before their God;
He governs with a nod.
Were into motion brought,
Stood present to his thought.
But's found in his decrees ;
And sinks them as he please.]
'Tis he provides those rays;
If darkness cloud my days.
Nor vainly long to see,
Oh, may I read my name
The fol'wers of the Lamb !
HYMN 100. L. M. (6) The presence of Christ is the life of my soul.
TOW full of anguish is the thought, If God, at last, my sovereign Judge,
Should frown, and bid my soul depart! 2 Lord, when I quit this eartbly stage,
Where shall I dy but to thy breast;
For I have learn'd no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here,
Without some glimpses of thy face ;
Would be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day,
And hold iny thoughts aside from thee,
Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit's paid
Between my Saviour and my soul,
How mournfully the minutes roll!
To live, yet part with all my blood;
My limbs, my bowels, or mine eyes.
Tortures and racks may tear them off;
But they can never, never part,
With their dear bold of Christ, my love) 9 (My God! and can a humble child,
That loves thee with a fame so bigh,
Without the pity of thine eye?
Have ty'd my heart so fast to thee!
HYMN 101. C. M.
(*) The world's three chief temptations. » HEN, in the light of faith divine,
We look on things below,
and sepsual joy,
Yet ineu expose their blood,
To gain that airy good.
And feed on shining dust,
Ti indulge a sordid lust.]
Are Jang'rous'snares to souls ;
And dash'd with bitter bowls. 5 God is mine all-sufficient good,
My portion and my choice ;
And all my powers rejoiec.
6 In vain the world accosts mine ear,
And tempts my heart anew;
Nor part with heaven for you.
HYMN 102. L. M.
A happy resurrection.
To the cold dungeon of the grave
At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies,
Bring that delightful, dreadful day;
Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay. 4 Our weary spirits faint to see
The light of thy returning face ;
Where God has shed his richest grace. 5 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay;
HYMN 103. C. M.
The tribute of your tongues.
So strange, so boundless was the love
That pity'd dying men,
To give them life again.
With a revenging rod;
The vengeance of a God.
And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sorrows dry: Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.
Accept thine offer'd grace;
And give the Father praise.
HYMN 104. S. M.
Let the wide earth resound the deeds .
Celestial grace has done.
Its chief Beloved chose,
From their abyss of woes.
No terror clothes his brow;