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2 Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
And hide the promise from our eyes. 3 O let not Sin and Satan boast,
While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Which Thy own gracious hand hath wrought. 4 Do Thou the dying spark inflame;
Reveal the glories of Thy name ;
Desiring assurance of inward Religion.
1 THOU great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on,
E'en from my infant days, Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.
Thy drawing from above;
Thy sweet forgiving love,
3 Ah! never let Thy servant rest,
I on Thy mercy feed;
To eat the children's bread.
Thy glory to display :
And take them all away.
Desiring assurance of inward Religion. 1 "Tis
a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love the LORD, or no?
Am I His, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Who have never heard His Name? 3 Could my heart so hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove,
If I knew a SAVIOUR's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild,
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do:
Tell me, Is it thụs with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
If I did not love at all ?
7 Could I joy His saints to meet, Choose the ways
I once abhorrd, Find, at times, the promise sweet,
If I did not love the LORD?
Thou who art Thy people's sun,
If it be indeed begun.
If I love at all, I pray;
Help me to begin to-day.
Refuge in Doubt and Trouble. 1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise,
My fainting hope relies.
For Thou alone canst heal;
For ev'ry pain I feel.
3 But, O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;
And all my hopes decline.
Thou art my only trust;
Though prostrate in the dust.
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain?
I ever find access
The Fearful encouraged.
To dissipate our fear?
Our God for ever near? 2 Doth Thy right hand, which form’d the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
When dangers round us rise?
For all Thy humble saints ?
4. On this support my soul shall lean,
And banish ev'ry care;
If God be with me there.
various ways, The darkest shades through which I pass
Shall echo with His praise.
The little Flock. 1 YE little flock, whom Jesus feeds,
Dismiss your anxious cares; Look to the SHEPHERD of
souls, And smile away your fears. 2 Though wolves and lions prowl around,
His staff is your defence: 'Midst sands and rocks your SHEPHERD's voice
Calls streams and pastures thence. 3 Your FATHER will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight;
To triumph in His sight.
For sure supports like these :
Thy living promises.
We bless a SAVIOUR Š Name;
Which breaks this mortal frame.