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2 While in affliction's furnace, And passing through the fire,

Thy love we praise which knows no days,
And ever brings us nigher:

We clap our hands, exulting

In thine almighty favour;

The love divine, which made us thing,
Can keep us thine for ever.

3 Thou dost conduct thy people
Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear, while thou art near,
The fire of tribulation;

The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes;

By thee we shall break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.

4 By faith we see the glory,
To which thou shalt restore us,
The cross despise for that high prize,
Which thou hast set before us:

And if thou count us worthy,

We each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see thee stand at God's right hand,

To take us up to heaven.

Hymn 174. S. M.

ALMIGHTY Maker, God,

How glorious is thy name!

Thy wonders how diffus'd abroad,
Throughout creation's frame!

2 In native white and red
The rose and lily stand,

And free from pride, their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand.

3 The lark mounts up the sky
With unambitious song;

And bears her Maker's praise on high,
Upon her artless tongue.

4 Fain would I rise and sing
To my Creator too;

Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.

5 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform:

Curs'd pride, which creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

6 Thy glories I abate,

Ör praise thee with design:
Part of thy favours I forget,
Or think the merit mine.

7 Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain;

This wretched heart will ne'er prove true

Till it be form'd again.

8 Descend, celestial fire,

And seize me from above!
Wrap me in flames of pure desire,
A sacrifice of love.

9 Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of my days:
And to my God my soul ascend,
In sweet perfumes of praise.

Hymn 175. P. M.

'Rin Jesus's power, in Jesus's love:

EJOICE evermore with angels above,

With glad exultation your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation to God and the Lamb!

2 Thou, Lord, our relief in trouble hast been, Hast sav'd us from grief, hast sav'd us from

sin; [free, The power of thy Spirit hath set our hearts And now we inherit all fulness in thee.

3 All fulness of peace, all fulness of joy,
And spiritual bliss that never shall cloy,
To us it is given in Jesus to know,
A kingdom of heaven, a heaven below.

4 No longer we join, while sinners invite: Nor envy the swine their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, their mirth is all vain; Their laughter is madness, their pleasure is pain.

5 O might they at last with sorrow return, The pleasures to taste for which they were

born;

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Our Jesus receiving, our happiness prove,
The joy of believing, the heaven of love.

Hymn 176. P. M.

FT I in my heart have said,
Who shall ascend on high?

Mount to Christ, my glorious Head,
And bring him from the sky';

Borne on contemplation's wing,
Surely I shall find him there,
Where the angels praise their King,
And gain the morning-star.

2 Oft I in my heart have said,
Who to the deep shall stoop?
Sink with Christ among the dead,
From thence to bring hin up?
Could I but my heart prepare,
By unfeign'd humility,
Christ would quickly enter there,
And ever dwell in me.

3 But the righteousness of faith,
Hath taught me better things:
"Inward turn thine eyes, (it saith,
While Christ to me it brings,)
"Christ is ready to impart

"Life to all, for life who sigh: "In thy mouth, and in thy heart "The word is ever nigh."

Hymn 177. P. M.

GLORIOUS hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above!
It bears on eagles' wings;

It gives my ravish'd soul to taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesu's priests and kings.

2 The things eternal I pursue;
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant

For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,

I neither have nor want.

3 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise :

I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

4 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart is there,
And my abiding home:
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!

5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest:
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

Hymn 178.

L. M.

1YFar from the path of peace,

E simple souls that stray

That unfrequented way

To life and happiness:-
How long will ye your folly love,
And throng the downward road,
And hate the wisdom from above,
And mock the sons of God!

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