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1. From ev'ry storm-y wind that blows, From ev'ry swell-ing tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat-'Tis found beneath the mercy - seat. A-MEN.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place, than all besides, more sweet-
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 There is a scene, where spirts blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds with-
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, [draw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
1 What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer As that which calls me to Thy feet,
But wishes to be often there?
The calm and holy hour of prayer?
4 Have you no words? ah! think again;
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill a fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
50 let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget Thy mercy-seat!
1 My God, is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening star,
2 Then is my strength by Thee renewed; Then are my sins by Thee forgiven; Then dost Thou cheer my solitude,
With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.
3 No words can tell what sweet relief
There for my every want I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What deep and cheerful peace of mind!
4 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In faithful, filial prayer to Thee.
1. (Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; D. C.-Praise the mount; I'm fixed up-on it; Mount of Thy re-deem-ing love.
2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
Teach me some me-lo-dious sonnet, Sung by flam-ing tongues a-bove: A - MEN.
1. We would see Je-sus-for the shadows lengthen Across this lit-tle landscape of our life;
We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen, For the last weariness-the final strife. AMEN.
2 We would see Jesus-the great Rock Foundation,
Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace;
Not life, nor death, with all their agitation,
Can thence remove us, if we see His face.
3 We would see Jesus-other lights are paling,
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see:
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing,
We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.
4 We would see Jesus-this is all we're needing,
Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;
We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading,
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!
1. Grace! 'tis a charm-ing sound! Har mo- nious to mine ear!
2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Heav'n with the echo shall re-sound, And all the earth shall hear. A-MEN.
3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
264 Portuguese Hymn. 11s.
1. How firm a foun-da-tion, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His
excellent word! What more can He say, than to you He hath said,-To you, who for
ref-uge to Je-sus have fled? To you, who for ref-uge to Je-sus have fled? A-MEN.