Wymn.

The Christian's Treasure. 1 How vast the treasure we possess !

How rich Thy bounty, King of Grace! This world is our's, and worlds to come:

Earth is our lodge, and heav'n our home. 2 All things are ours; the gifts of God;

The purchase of a SAVIOUR's blood;
While the good SPIRIT shows us how

To use, and to improve them too.
3 If peace and plenty crown my days,

They help me, Lord, to speak Thy praise : If bread of sorrows be my food,

Those sorrows work my lasting good. 4 I would not change my bless'd estate

For all the world calls good or great:
And while my faith can keep her hold,

I envy not the sinner's gold
5 FATHER, I wait Thy daily will;

Thou shalt divide my portion still:
Grant me on earth what seems Thec best,
Till death and heav'n reveal the rest.

Hymn.
Conflicts not expected by young Christians.
i THE new-born child of gospel-grace,

Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath IMMANUEL's shining face,

Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes,

No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes The strength and peace his soul enjoys

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3 But sin soon darts it's cruel sting,

And comforts sinking day by day: What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,

Proves but a brook that glides away. 4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host,

The LORD soon made his numbers less; And said, lest Israel vainly boast,

“My arm procured me this success.” 6 Thus will He bring our spirits down,

And draw our ebbing comforts low,
That sav'd by grace, but not our own,

We may not claim the praise we owe.

Wymn.

Persecution.--Welcome Cross.

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my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's pow'r to know,

Sanctifying ev'ry loss :
Trials must and will befal;

But with humble faith to see Love inscrib'd upon them all,

This is happiness to me.
2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up, and choke the weeds

Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to pray'r ; Trials bring me to His feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there.

Hymn. Persecution.-Reproach for Christ. 1 AND art Thou, gracious Master, gone,

A mansion to prepare for me?
Shall I behold Thee on the throne,

And there for ever siť with Thee ?
Then let the world approve or blame,

I'll triumph in Thy glorious Name.
2 Should I to gain the world's applause,

Or to escape it's harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause,

And make Thy people's lot my own;
What shame would fill me in that day,

When Thou Thy glory wilt display! 3 And what is man, or what his smile?

The terror of his anger what?
Like grass he flourishes a while,

But soon his place shall know him not: Through fear of such a one shall I

The LORD of heaven and earth deny? 4 No! let the world cast out my name,

And vile account me, if they will:
If to confess the LORD be shame,
I

purpose to be viler still.
For Thee, my GOD, I all resign,

Content if I can call Thee mine. 5 What transport then shall fill my heart,

When Thou my worthless name wilt own; When I shall see Thee as Thou art,

And know as I myself am known! From sin and fear and sorrow free, My soul shall find it's rest in Thee.

Dymn.
Satan's Devices.

1 HATE the tempter and his charms,

I hate his flatt'ring breath ;
The serpent takes a thousand forms

To cheat our souls to death. 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,

Or kills with slavish fear;
And holds us still in wild extremes,

Presuniption, or despair.
3 Now he persuades, “How easy 'tis

To walk the road to heaven!”
Anon he swells our sins, and cries,

“They cannot be forgiven.” 4 He bids young sinners, “Yet forbear

To think of God or death :
For pray'r and devotion are

But melancholy breath."
5 He tells the aged, “They must die,

And 'tis too late, to pray:
In vain for mercy now they cry,

For they have lost their day." 0 While thus he props his cruel throne

By mischief and deceit,
His full devices, LORD, make known,

And bruise him 'neath our feet. 7 Stedfast in faith, we look to Thee

To save from Satan's thrall :
And let us, LORD, his kingdom see

From heav'n like lightning fall.

Lyymn.
Christian warfare.--Christ's strength.
1. BY whom was David taught

To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliath fought,

And laid the Gittite low?
No sword nor spear the stripling took,

But chose a pebble from the brook. 2 'Twas Isr'el's God and King,

Who sent him to the fight;
Who gave him strength to sling,

And skill to aim aright.
Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,

Because young David's God is yours. 3 Who order'd Gideon forth,

To storm th' invaders' camp,
With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp?
The trumpets made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown.
Oh! I have seen the day,

When with a single word,
God helping me to say,

My trust is in the LORD;
My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,

Fearless of all that could oppose. 5 But unbelief, self-will,

Self-righteousness, and pride,
How often do they steal,

My weapon from my side?
Yet David's LORD, 'and Gideon's Friend,
Will help his servant to the end.