1 JESUS, to thy wounds I fly;
Purge my sins of deepest dye;
Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Wash away my crimson stain.
2 Plunge me in that sacred flood,
In that Fountain of thy blood;
Then thy Father's eye shall see
Not a spot of guilt in me.
Gratitude for God's mercies.
THEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
2 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity, to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But, O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
Casting all care on God.
OMMIT thou all thy griefs
To his sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heav'n commands,-
2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wand'ring feet;
He shall prepare thy way.
3 Put thou thy trust in God;
In duty's path go on;
Fix on his word thy steadfast eye;
So shall thy work be done.
4 No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care;
To him commend thy cause; his ear
Attends thy softest pray'r.
853+ Divine light breaking into the soul.
OMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord, who rises
With healing in his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let an unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens
Will give his children bread.
4 Though neither vine nor fig-tree
Its wonted fruit should bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
1RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Toward heav'n, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Savior will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be giv'n;
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heav'n.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied:
Since he is mine and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me, in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In sight of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my future days:
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
Confidence in God.
OD is my strong salvation;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help, is near;
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm in the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
2 Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace.
1AWAKE, my soul; stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye;-
4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.
P. M. 10.6.10.6.9.9.4.
God our light, trust, shield, and reward.
YOD is my light!-Never, my soul, despair
In hours of thy distress!
The sun withdraws, and earth is dark and drear :-
My light will never cease;
On days of joy with splendor beaming;Through nights of grief its rays are gleaming,God is my light!
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