DELIVERANCE.

FOR succour to my God I cried, While many mocked my prayer, When compassed round on every side With troubles hard to bear.

He heard me from His holy hill,
What time the waves ran high;
His mercy bade the sea be still,
And calmed the stormy sky.

Recovered from my mortal pain,
I laid me down and slept,

To tread Thy courts, my God, again,
By Thee in safety kept,

Thy power to redeem Thine own,
In all my grief I knew ;
Salvation comes from God alone;
To Him the praise is due.

THE WORKS OF GOD.

THANK the Lord who made the earth,
Gave the seas and heavens birth;
God the Lord, whose Word of might
Out of darkness called the light.

Full of mercy evermore,

Him, the Lord of lords, adore !

Thank the Lord, who set the sun

Day by day his course to run;
Lit the moon, serenely bright;
Spread the stars around the night.
Full of mercy evermore,

Him, the Lord of lords, adore!

Thank the Lord, who heeds our call,
Hears all flesh, and feeds them all;
Thank the Lord whose love has given
Man the bread of life from heaven.
Full of mercy evermore,

Him, the Lord of lords, adore!

JOSEPH HART.

JOSEPH HART was born in London, in 1712. His parents were God-fearing persons, and were earnestly concerned for his proper upbringing. He did not repay their anxiety, for his conduct was dissolute and licentious. With occasional intervals of reflection, he plunged recklessly into vicious indulgences. He became a teacher of languages, but employed much of his time in writing licentious verses. About his forty-third year, he became seriously impressed, but at once plunged into the errors of Antinomianism. The truth dawned upon him after hearing a discourse by Whitefield. In 1759, he began to preach, and to compose hymns. Settled, in 1760, as minister of the Independent Chapel, Jewin Street, he became most acceptable as a preacher. His ministrations were much blessed. He died on the 24th May, 1768, in his fiftysixth year. The first edition of Mr. Hart's hymn-book appeared in 1759. It contained a nar rative of his former sinful life, and set forth the blessedness of that change which, under grace, he had undergone. In subsequent editions, other hymns from his pen were added. His hymns continue to find admirers.

TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

DESCEND from heaven, celestial Dove;
With flames of pure seraphic love

Our ravish'd breasts inspire.

Fountain of joy, blest Paraclete,

Warm our cold hearts with heavenly heat,

And set our souls on fire.

Breathe on these bones so dry and dead;
Thy sweetest, softest influence shed

In all our hearts abroad.

Point out the place where grace abounds;
Direct us to the bleeding wounds

Of our incarnate God.

Conduct, blest Guide, Thy sinner-train
To Calv'ry, where the Lamb was slain,
And with us there abide.

Let us our loved Redeemer meet,
Weep o'er His pierced hands and feet,
And view His wounded side.

From which pure Fountain if Thou draw Water to quench the fiery law,

And blood to purge our sin,

We'll tell the Father in that day

(And Thou shalt witness what we say), "We're clean, just God, we're clean."

Teach us for what to pray, and how;
And since, kind God, 'tis only Thou
The throne of grace can move,
Pray Thou for us, that we, through faith,
May feel th' effects of Jesu's death,
Through faith that works by love.

Thou, with the Father and the Son,
Art that mysterious Three in One,
God blest for evermore ;

Whom, though we cannot comprehend,
Feeling Thou art the sinner's Friend,
We love Thee and adore.

REDEEMING LOVE.

How wondrous are the works of God, Display'd through all the world abroad, Immensely great, immensely small : Yet one strange work exceeds them all.

He form'd the sun, fair fount of light, The moon and stars, to rule the night; But night, and stars, and moon, and sun Are little works compared with one.

He roll'd the seas, and spread the skies,-
Made valleys sink, and mountains rise,
The meadows clothed with native green,—
And bade the rivers glide between.

But what are seas, or skies, or hills,
Or verdant vales, or gliding rills,
To wonders man was born to prove?
The wonders of redeeming love!

'Tis far beyond what words express,
What saints can feel, or angels guess.
Angels, that hymn the great I Am,
Fall down and veil before the Lamb.

The highest heavens are short of this;
'Tis deeper than the vast abyss;
'Tis more than thought can e'er conceive,
Or hope expect, or faith believe.

Almighty God sigh'd human breath;
The Lord of life experienced death;
How it was done we can't discuss,
But this we know, 'twas done for us.

Blest with this faith, then let us raise
Our hearts in love, our voice in praise;
All things to us must work for good,
For whom the Lord hath shed His blood.

Trials may press of every sort ;
They may be sore-they must be short;
We now believe, but soon shall view
The greatest glories God can show.

TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let Thy bright beams arise;

Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open all our eyes.

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Cheer our desponding hearts, Thou heavenly Paraclete ; Give us to lie with humble hope At our Redeemer's feet.

Revive our drooping faith,

Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never-dying love.

Convince us of our sin,

Then lead to Jesus' blood;
And to our wondering view reveal
The secret love of God.

Show us that loving Man

That rules the courts of bliss: The Lord of hosts, the mighty God, The eternal Prince of peace.

'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh life on every part,
And new create the whole.

If thou, celestial Dove,
Thine influence withdraw,
What easy victims soon we fall
To conscience, wrath, and law!

No longer burns our love;
Our faith and patience fail;
Our sin revives, and death and hell
Our feeble souls assail.

Dwell therefore in our hearts,

Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know and praise and love The Father, Son, and Thee.