With childlike trust, who sin abjureth Such bliss from God shall surely win; All night though heaviness endureth, With morning's dawn shall joy break in, When Jesus Christ, our friend and Lord, Shall everlasting light afford.

Then why, my heart, why thus torment thee? Be tranquil, stay upon thy God;

And think, when hours of grief are sent thee,
Soon he'll withdraw th' afflicting rod;

And humbly bow to his decree,
Who proves thee when He chastens thee.

The Prayer of Faith.

JESUS, I'm thine in life and death,
O let me conqu'ring hold thy throne;
Why shared the cross thy vital breath,
If not to make me share thy crown?

Why laid in jail of cruel grave,

If not thy death from death me free? Then, Lord, insure the bliss I crave,

Seal'd with thy blood, and succour me.

Joy in the Holy Ehost.

THERE is a stream, which issues forth
From God's eternal throne,
And from the Lamb a living stream,
Clear as the crystal stone!
This stream doth water paradise,
It makes the angels sing;
One cordial drop revives my heart,
Hence all my joys do spring:

Such joys as are unspeakable,
And full of glory too;

Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know.

Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy 'tis concealed,

What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine, And hast to me reveal'd.

I see thy face, I hear thy voice,
I taste thy sweetest love;

My soul doth leap: but, O for wings,

The wings of Noah's dove!

Then should I flee far hence away,
Leaving this world of sin:

Then should my Lord put forth his hand
And kindly take me in.

The Blood of Jesus.

Is there a thing, that moves and breaks

A heart as hard as stone,

That warms a heart as cold as ice? 'Tis Jesus' blood alone;

One drop of this can truly cheer
And heal the wounded soul;
What multitudes of broken hearts
This living stream makes whole!

Hark, O my soul! what sing the choir
Around the glorious throne?
Hark! Lamb and Blood for evermore
Sound in the sweetest tone.

The elders there cast down their crowns,
And all both night and day

Sing praises to the Lamb's dear blood,
Which wip'd their guilt away.

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The King of Glory.

SEE he comes, he won the day!
Go ye forth to meet him;
Bring the palm and strew the way,
And with singing greet him.

Jesus is the victor's name,
Jesus, Lord of glory!

Fly, ye heralds spread his fame,

Tell the joyful story.

Well his people now may sing,
Sing with exultation;

Since the victor is their King,

And he brings salvation.

Make the Saviour's triumph known,
Let the nations hear it;
He alone deserves the crown,
He alone shall wear it.

The Christian's Love.

I love the Lamb who died for me,
I love his grace divine and free;
I love the scriptures, there I read
God loved me, and for me bled.

I love his tears, and sufferings great,
I love his precious bloody sweat:
I love his blood; was that not shed
How should I hell and judgment dread!

I love to hear that he was slain,
I love each sorrow, grief, and pain,
I love to look at him by faith,
I love especially his death.

I love the grave where Jesus lay;
I love to walk his dol'rous way;
I love the mountain where he paid
My ransom-price, and for me bled,

I love the garden where he cried;
I love Mount Olivet beside;
There he ascended up on high,
And captive led captivity.