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Power of Faith.

FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,

And saves me from it's snares: It's aid in ev'ry duty brings,

And softens all my cares;

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,

And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God, and heav'nly things,

And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows it's pow'r'

The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,

And make the dying live.

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign; And bids me seek my portion there,

Nor bids me seek in vain ;

5 Shows me the precious promise seal'd

With the REDEEMER's blood; And helps my feeble hope to rest

Upon a faithful God.

6 There, there unshaken would I rest,

Till this vile body dies;
And then on faith's triumphant wings

At once to glory rise.


Believer rejoicing. 1 GRACIOUS LORD, my heart is fixed,

Sing I will, and sing of Thee;
Since the cup that justice mixed,
Thou hast drank, and drank for me:

Great Deliv'rer!
Thou hast set the pris'ner free.
2 Lute and harp, awake to praise Him!

All my pow'rs your tribute bring ! Though no praise can higher raise Him, (What can higher raise our King ?)

Were I silent, E'en the stones would rise and sing. 3 Many were the chains that bound me;

But the LORD has loos'd them all : Arms of mercy now surround me; Favours these, nor few nor small :

SAVIOUR keep me:
Keep Thy servant lest he fall.
4. Fair the scene that lies before me:

Life eternal Jesus gives:
While He waves His banner o'er me,
Peace and joy my soul receives :

Sure His promise! I shall live because He lives. 5 When the world would bid me leave Thee,

Telling me of shame and loss,
SAVIOUR, guard me lest I grieve Thee,
Lest I cease to love Thy cross :

This is treasure:
All the rest I count but dross.


Believer, rejoicing.


FAR from us be grief and sadness;

Farther still unhallow'd mirth :
Zion's sons may sing with gladness,
Their's are joys of heav'nly birth:

JESUS owns them :
He is LORD of heav'n and earth,

2 All the worldling's mirth is madness,

All his labour fruitless toil; 'Tis the saints that taste of gladness, Though the world their choice revile:

Sweet their portion!
Life is in the SAVIOUR's smile.

3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us,

Balanc'd with a SAVIOUR's love:
Since the LORD in mercy drew us,
Drew our souls to things above,

Earthly objects
Can no longer greatly move.

4 Once the world was all our treasure;

Then the world our hearts possess'd;
Now we taste sublimer pleasure,
Since the Lord has made us blest;

We can witness,
Jesus gives His people rest.

| Hymit.

Thanks for mercies.

1 IN glad amazement, Lord, I stand,

Amidst the bounties of Thy hand;
How numberless those bounties are !
How rich, how various, and how fair!

2 But O! what poor returns I make!

What lifeless thanks I pay Thee back!
LORD, I confess with humble shame,
My off'rings scarce deserve the name.

3 Fain would my lab'ring heart devise

To bring some nobler sacrifice ;
It sinks beneath the mighty load:
What shall I render to my God?

4 To Him I consecrate my praise,

And vow the remnant of my days;
Yet what at best can I pretend

Worthy such gifts from such a friend? 5 In deep abasement, LORD, I see

My emptiness and poverty :
Enrich my soul with grace divine,
And make it worthier to be Thine.

6 Give me at length an angel's tongue,

That heav'n may echo with my song: The theme, too great for time, shall be The joy of' long eternity.


Blessedness of true wisdom.

1 HAPPY the man that finds the grace,

The blessing of God's chosen race;
The wisdom coming from above,

The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description, he

Who knows “the SAVIOUR died for me !"
The gift unspeakable obtains,

And heav'nly understanding gains.
3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price

Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compar'd to her.
4 Her hands are filld with length of days,

True riches, and immortal praise;
Riches of CHRIST, on all bestow'd,
And honour that descends from God.

5 To purest joys she all invites,

Chaste, holy, spiritual delights:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her flow'ry paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains ;

Thrice happy! who his guest retains : He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and CHRIST, and Heav'n, are one,

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