3 There if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode,

Oh, with what peace, and joy and love,

She communes with her God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life,

Sweet source of light divine,
And, (all harmonious nanies in one,)
My Saviour, thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love,

A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above
When time shall be no more.

1 WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's pow'r? JESUS Vouchsafes to be my tow'r.

2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field?

Why must I either flee or yield,
Since JESUS is my mighty shield?

3 When creature-comforts fade and
die,
[should I?
Worldlings may weep; but why
JESUS still lives, and still is nigh.

4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead,

My soul a famine need not dread,
For JESUS is my living bread.

And cheer my drooping heart,

No voice but thine can sooth my pain,

Or bid my fears depart.

2 And canst thou still vouchsafe to

Own

A wretch so vile as I?
And may I still approach thy throne,
And Abba, Father, cry?

3 Oh, then let saints and angels join,
And help me to proclaim [mine,
The grace that heal'd a breach like
And put my foes to shame!

* Isa. xlviii. 8.

My troubled soul affright! He told me I was surely lost,

And God had left me quite.

5 Guilt made me fear, lest all were

true

The lying tempter said;
But now the Lord appears in view,
My enemy is fled.

6 My Saviour, by his pow'rful word,
Has turn'd my night to day;
And his salvation's joys restor'd,
Which I had sinn'd away.

2 Oh! 'twas grace indeed, to spare
And save a wretch like me!
Men or angels could not bear
What I have offer'd thee:
Were thy bolts at their command,
Hell, ere now, had been my place:
Thou alone couldst silent stand,

And wait to show thy grace.

3 If, in one created mind,

The tenderness and love
Of thy saints on earth were join'd,

With all the hosts above;
Still that love were weak and poor,
If compar'd, my Lord, with thine:
Far too scanty to endure

A heart so vile as mine.

4 Wondrous mercy I have found,
But, ah! how faint my praise!
Must I be a cumber-ground,
Unfruitful all my days?
Do I in thy garden grow,

Yet produce thee only leaves !
Lord, forbid it should be so!

The thought my spirit grieves.

5 Heavy charges Satan brings
To fill me with distress;
Let me hide beneath thy wings,
And plead thy righteousness.
Lord, to thee for help I call,

"Tis thy promise bids me come; Tell him thou hast paid for all, And that shall strike him dumb.

1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent, Aud wept o'er Ishmael;

A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.*

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruiset Convince us, at this day,

A gracious God will not refuse
Provisions by the way?

3 His saints and servants shall be fed, The promise is secure ;

"Bread shall be giv'n them," as he said,

"Their water shall be sure."

4 Repasts far richer, they shall prove,
Than all earth's dainties are;.
"Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,
Though in the meanest fare..

5 To Jesus then your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;
While you are poor, and he is King,
You shall not be forgot.

1 As when the weary trav'ller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill,

His heart revives, if cross the plains

still.

cheers,

[past; No more he grieves for troubles Nor any future trial fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

5 "Tis there, be says, I am to dwell,

With Jesus, in the realms of day; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And he will wipe my tears away. Jesus, on thee our hope depends,

To lead us on to thine abode : Assur'd our home will make amends For all our toil while on the road. Isa. xxxiii. 16. § Acts, xx. 24.

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