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Ground of confidence and joy. i Now I have found the ground wherein

Sure my soul's anchor may remain; The wounds of Jesus for my sin,

Before the world's foundation slain; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,

When heav'n and earth ate fled away. 2 FATHER, thine everlasting grace

Our scanty thoughts surpasses far: Thy heart still melts with tenderness;

Thy arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive,

That mercy they may taste, and live. 3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss ! :

My sins are swallow'd up in Thee'; Cover'd is my unrighteousness,

Nor spot of guilt remains on me, While Jesu's blood, through earth and skies, . Mercy free, boundless Mercy, cries ! 4 By faith I plunge me in this sea,

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I fee;

I look into my SAVIOUR's breast :
Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear,
Mercy is all that's written there.
5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head;

Tho'strength, and health, and friends be gone; Though joys be wither'd all and dead;

Though ev'ry comfort be withdrawn; On this my stedfast soul relies, FATHER, Thy mercy never dies.

6 Fixt on this ground will I remain,

Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth’s foundations melt away; Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lov'd with an everlasting Love.

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Comfort derived from God's presence.
1 MY GOD, the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,

And comfort of my nights ;
2 In darkest shades if He appear,

My dawning is begun:
He is my soul's bright morning-star,

And He my rising sun.
3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine

With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His mercy mine,

And whispers, I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay

At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way

To see and praise my LORD.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,

I'd break through ev'ry foe:
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conq'ror through.

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i LORD, how secure and bless'd are they

Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin ! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,

Their minds have heav'n and peace within.

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,

Made up of innocence and love; And soft and silent as the shades

Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,

But fly not half so swift away; Their souls are ever bright at noon,

And calm as summer ev'nings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heav'nly hills

Where groves of living pleasure grow! And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,

Sit undisturb’d upon their brow.

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys,

But spend the day, and share the night, In numb’ring o'er the richer joys

That heav'n prepares for their delight.

6 While wretched we, like worms and moles,

Lie grov'lling in the dust below: Almighty grace! renew our souls,

And we'll aspire to glory too.

God our only happiness. :

1 My God, my portion, and my love!

My everlasting all!
I've none but Thee in heav'n above,

Or on this earthly ball.

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2 What empty things are all the skies,

And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys,

There's nothing like my God.

3 To Thee we owe our wealth, and friends,

And health, and safe abode; Thanks to Thy Name for meaner things; . But they are not my GOD.

4 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,

If once compar'd to Thee!
Or what's my safety, or my health,

Or all my friends, to me?
5 Were I possessor of the earth,

And callid the stars my own, Without Thy graces and Thyself,

I were a wretch undone.

6 Let others stretch their arms abroad,

And grasp at earthly store, Grant me the visits of my GOD,

And I desire no more.


God our All in All.
1 My God, my life, my love!

To Thee, to Thee I call :
I cannot live if Thou remove,

For Thou art all in all.
2 Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when Thou art here,

If Thou depart, 'tis hell. 3 The smilings of Thy face,

How comforting they are!
SIL,heav'n to rest in Thine embrace;

And no where else but there. 4 To Thee, to Thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss ; - They sit around Thy gracious throne,

And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above

Can make a heav'nly place,
If God His residence remove,

Or but conceal His face. 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky

Can one delight afford,
No, not a drop of real joy,

Without Thy presence, LORD. 7 Thou art the sea of love

Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move,

The centre of my soul,

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