+ 896 The benefit of affliction. C. M. LORD, when to thee my sinking soul Did in affliction fly; Thy mercy did my griefs control, 2 How oft, when dark misfortune's band The seeming ill, at thy command, 3 The tempest that obscured the sky From earthly care and sensual joy, 4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn And humbly seek, with deep concern, 5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, roar; Ye make me cling to God the more,— 897 Delivering grace celebrated. C. M. ORD, thou hast heard thy servants cry, And rescued from the grave; Now shall we live-for none can die 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Thy hand, that hath chastised us sore, 3 Here, with the' assembly of thy saints, Here we have told thee our complaints, REJOICING: IN COMMUNION WITH GOD. 898 C. M. 0 Praises to the incarnate Son. 2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres, Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs, 899 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks. REJ EJOICE, the Lord is King; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The God of truth and love; When he had purged our stains, He took his seat above; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven; Are to our Jesus given; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 4 He sits at God's right hand And fall beneath his feet; 5 He all his foes shall quell, With pure seraphic joy; 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, To their eternal home; We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound,-Rejoice! 900 Glory begun below. COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Who never knew our God, 2 The God that rules on high, And calms the roaring seas; This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; S. M. He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 4 The men of grace have found Celestial fruit on earthly ground And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 901 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. COME OME, thou Fount of every blessing, 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer ; 3 0! to grace how great a debtor Here's my heart, O take and seal it; 902 Walking with God. C. M. ALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face;"Tis all I wish to seek; To' attend the whispers of thy grace, 5 Let this my every hour employ, Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. 903 Triumphant joy. C. M. MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, |