5 Leave to his sov'reign sway
To choose, and to command;
With wonder fill'd, thou then shalt own
How wise, how strong his hand.
6 Thou comprehend'st him not,
Yet earth, and heav'n tell,
God sits as sov'reign on the throne—
He ruleth all things well.
HYMN 76. S. M.
Heavenly Joy on Earth.
OME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne-
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
Should speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
HYMN 77. C. M.
Hope in Trouble.
HEN musing sorrow weeps the
And mourns the present pain,
"Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.
2 'Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;
'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.
3 It is that heav'n-born faith surveys '
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.
4 It is that hope with ardor glows,
To see him face to face,
Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient art to trace.
5 It is that harass'd conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;
And sees, though far, the hand that heals,
And ends the strife within.
6 let me wing my hallow'd flight,
From earth born woe, and care;
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.
HYMN 78. P. M. 7.
Self Examination.
IS a point I long--to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought :-
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove---
Ev'ry trifle give me pain-
If I knew a Saviour's love?
4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin-
Can I deem myself a child?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You who love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it so with you.
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
7 Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd-
Find, at times, the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord?
8 Lord, decide the doubtful case !
Thou who art thy people's sun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
9 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.
HYMN 79. L. M.
Seeking rest in God.
ETURN, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits, and madd'ning cares;
From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, Satan's snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wand'rings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return, From passions ev'ry hour at strife.
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn.
Lay hold upon eternal life.
4 God is thy rest, with heart inclin'd
To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest,—with lowly mind,
His light, and easy yoke receive.
HYMN 80. L. M.
Indwelling Sin.
"HAT jarring natures dwell within;
Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Not this can reign, nor that prevail,
Tho' each by turns my heart assail.
2 Now I complain, and groan, and die :
Now raise my songs of triumph high;
Sing a rebellious passion slain,
Or mourn to feel it live again.
3 One happy hour beholds me rise,
Borne upwards to my native skies:
When faith assists my soaring flight,
To realms of joy, and worlds of light.
4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll,
Ere earth reclaims my captive soul;
I feel its sympathetic force,
And headlong urge my downward course.
5 How short the joys thy visits give! How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve!
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