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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
And feeds the pure desire.
3 The wounded conscience knows it's pow'r'
The healing balm to give;
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;
At once to glory rise.
Believer rejoicing. 1 GRACIOUS LORD, my heart is fixed,
Sing I will, and sing of Thee;
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:
Life eternal Jesus gives:
Sure His promise! I shall live because He lives. 5 When the world would bid me leave Thee,
Telling me of shame and loss,
This is treasure:
FAR from us be grief and sadness;
Farther still unhallow'd mirth :
JESUS owns them :
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!
3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us,
Balanc'd with a SAVIOUR's love:
4 Once the world was all our treasure;
Then the world our hearts possess'd;
We can witness,
Thanks for mercies.
1 IN glad amazement, Lord, I stand,
Amidst the bounties of Thy hand;
2 But O! what poor returns I make!
What lifeless thanks I pay Thee back!
3 Fain would my lab'ring heart devise
To bring some nobler sacrifice ;
4 To Him I consecrate my praise,
And vow the remnant of my days;
Worthy such gifts from such a friend? 5 In deep abasement, LORD, I see
My emptiness and poverty :
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 faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description, he
Who knows “the SAVIOUR died for me !"
And heav'nly understanding gains.
Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
And gold is dross compar'd to her.
True riches, and immortal praise;
5 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights:
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,