I cannot serve him as I ought, 338. The Pilgrim. 148. JESU, at thy command I launch into the deep, Where sin lulls all asleep; For thee I fain would all resign, Yet what are seas or stormy wind My compass is his word, While I have such a Lord; I trust his faithfulness and power And guide me with his eye; How can I sink with such a prop, That bears the world and all things up? By faith I see the land, The haven of endless rest, My soul thy wings expand, And fly to Jesu's breast; And all my storms subside, And keep me near thy side; For more the treach'rous calm I dread To heav'n my destin'd place; Then in full sail my port I'll find, And leave the world and sin behind. 339. Assurance. 8. A DEBTOR to mercy alone, Of covenant mercy I sing, With me can have nothing to do, Things future, nor things that are now, Imprest on his heart it remains As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure, The glorify'd spirit in heaven. 340. The Christian's Journey. 112th. STRANGERS and sojourners below, We travel through this wilderness, Seeking the promis'd rest to know, In Christ the fountain of true bliss ; We seek a place beyond the skies, An everlasting paradise. In this pursuit we stand in need Of daily fresh supplies of grace, Our souls with manna Christ must feed, His cross inflicts the deadly blow, 341. The Christian Race. L. M. That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures while endless years Their everlasting circles run. From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall bring a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die. Swift as an eagle cuts the air L. M. We'll mount aloft to thine abode, On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 342. He has done all things well. Now in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord, my voice I'll raise, With all his saints I'll join to tell, My Jesus has done all things well. All worlds his glorious power confess, His wisdom all his works express; But O his love, what tongue can tell! My Jesus has done all things well. How sov'reign, wonderful, and free, Has been his love to sinful me! This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell:My Jesus has done all things well. I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, And yet he undertook my cause, To save me though I did rebel :My Jesus has done all things well. And since my soul has known his love, What mercies has he made me prove, Mercies which do all praise excel: My Jesus has done all things well. Whene'er my Saviour and my God Has on me laid his gentle rod, I know in all that has befel My Jesus has done all things well. |