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i 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 seald
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. i 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, .
But the LORD has loos’d them all:
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:
1 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;
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,
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! 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;
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:
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 !" The gift unspeakable obtains, And beav'nly understanding gains. 3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
And gold is dross compard to her.
True riches, and immortal praise;
5 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights:
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,