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2 Thy promises our hearts revive, .
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
3 O let not Sin and Satan boast,
While saints lie mourning in the dust;
4. Do Thou the dying spark inflame;
Reveal the glories of Thy name;
i THOU great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on,
E'en from my infart days, Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.
Thy drawing from above;
Tby 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.
Dymn. Desiring assurance of inward Religion. į "Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
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;
Can I deem myself a child ?
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? 8 LORD, decide the doubtful case!
Thou who art Thy people's sun, Shine upon Thy work of grace, '.
If it be indeed begun.
If I love at all, I pray;
Help me to begin to-day.
Refuge in Doubt and Trouble.
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?
Attends the mourner's pray’r;
To breathe my sorrows there!
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 ? And in such tender accents speak
To soothe their sad complaints ?
4. On this support my soul shall lean,
And banish ev'ry care;
If God be with me there. .
'Midst all my various ways, The darkest shades through which I pass
Shall echo with His praise.
The little Flock.
Dismiss your anxious cares;
And smile away your fears.
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: And o'er the pious dead we sing
Thy living promises.
· We bless a SAVIOUR's Name;
Which breaks this mortal frame.