CEDRON. C. P. M.

TH. HASTINGS.

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396. C. P. M.

397. C. P. M.*

1. O Lord! how happy should we be
If we could cast our care on Thee-
If we from self could rest;
And feel at heart, that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.

2. How far from this our daily life!
Ever disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden, wild alarms;
Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thy almighty arms!

3. Could we but kneel, and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God,

Then rise with lightened cheer-
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famished raven's cry,
Will hear, in that we fear!

4. We can not trust Him as we should,
So chafes fallen nature's restless mood
To cast its peace away;

Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach,
All, all the present evil teach,
Sufficient for the day.

5. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours
Such lesson learn from birds and flowers
Make them from self to cease; '
Leave all things to a Father's will,
And taste, before Him lying still,
E'en in affliction, peace.

* Sing ARNON.

BADEN. L. M.

TH. HASTINGS.

peat. 4.2.

401. L. M.

2. The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss;
Oh! is there aught from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?

3. This is the hidden life I prize,

A life of penitential love;
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.

4. When all I am I clearly see,

And freely own, with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.

5. Thus would I live till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God, within the vail,
And of eternal joys partake.

The proffered benefit embrace,
The plenitude of Heavenly grace:

2. The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;

3. The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness;
The genuine meek humility,

The wonder-"Why such love to me?"

4. The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.

404. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. THOUGH all the world my choice deride,
Yet Jesus shall my portion be;
For I am pleased with none beside;
The fairest of the fair is He.

2. Sweet is the vision of Thy face,

And kindness o'er Thy lips is shed; Lovely art Thou, and full of grace, And glory beams around Thy head. 3. Thy sufferings I embrace with Thee, Thy poverty and shameful cross; The pleasures of the world I flee, And deem its treasures only dross.

4. Be daily dearer to my heart,

And ever let me feel Thee near;
Then willingly with all I'd part,
Nor count it worthy of a tear.

G. TERSTEEGAN.

WINDHAM. L. M.

READ.

405. L. M.

1. STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay! Though I have done Thee such despite, Cast not a sinner quite away,

Nor take Thine everlasting flight.

2. Though I have most unfaithful been Of all whoe'er Thy grace received; Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved ;

3. Yet O! the chief of sinners spare,

In honor of my great High Priest;
Nor, in Thy righteous anger, swear
I shall not see Thy people's rest.

4. O Lord, my weary soul release,

And raise me by Thy gracious hand;
Guide me into Thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.

406. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live.

Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?

2. My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound-
So let Thy pard'ning love be found.

3. O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

4. My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace;
Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear.

5. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce Thee just, in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6. Yet, save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round Thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

407. L. M.

WATTS.

1. WHEN Jesus' friend had ceased to be, Still Jesus' heart its friendship kept"Where have ye laid him?" "Come and

see,"
But ere His eyes could see, they wept.

2. Lord! not in sepulchres alone
Corruption's worm is rank and free;
The shroud of death our bosoms own-
The shades of sorrow! come and see.
3. Come, Lord! God's image can not shine
Where sin's funereal darkness lowers-
Come! turn those weeping eyes of Thine
Upon these sinning souls of ours!

4. And let those eyes, with shepherd care, Their moving watch above us keep; Till love the strength of sorrow wear, And as Thou weepedst, we may weep. 5. For surely we may weep to know,

So dark and deep our spirit's stain,
That had Thy blood refused to flow,
Thy very tears had flowed in vain.

MRS. BROWNING.

408. L. M.

1. My sufferings all to Thee are known,
Tempted in every point like me;
Regard my grief, regard Thine own:
Jesus, remember Calvary!

2. For whom didst Thou the cross endure?
Who nail'd Thy body to the tree?
Did not Thy death my life procure?
O let Thy mercy answer me.

3. Art Thou not touched with human woe?
Iath pity left the Son of man?
Dost thou not all my sorrows know,
And claim a share in all my pain?
4. Thou wilt not break a bruised reed,
Or quench the smallest spark of grace,
Till through the soul Thy power is spread,
Thy all-victorious righteousness.

5. The day of small and feeble things,
I know Thou never wilt despise;
I know, with healing in His wings,
The Sun of righteousness shall rise.

C. WESLEY.

2. I hoped that in some favored hour

At once He'd answer my request;
And, by His love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

3. Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart,
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.

4. Yea inore, with His own hand He seemed Intent to aggravate my woe;

Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my hopes, and laid me low.

4. "Lord, why is this," I trembling cried—
"Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?"
"T is in this way," the Lord replied,
"I answer prayer for grace and faith.

4. "These inward trials I employ,

From self, and pride, to set thee free; And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek tly all in Me."

NEWTON.

409. L. M.

1. HERE at Thy cross, my dying Lord, I lay my soul beneath Thy love, Beneath the droppings of Thy blood, Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.

2. Not all that tyrants think or say, With rage and lightning in their eyes, Nor hell shall fright my heart away,

Should hell with all its legions rise.

3. Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved, for that's my last defence
If I must perish, there to die.

4. But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath Thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.

5. Yes, I'm secure beneath Thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; Hosanna to my dying Lord,

And my best honors to His name.

WATTS.

411. L. M.

1. O THAT my load of sin were gone,
O that I could at last submit
At Jesus feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

2. Rest for my soul I long to find;
Saviour of all, if mine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp Thine image on my heart.
3. Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I can not rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

4. Fain would I learn of Thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labor of Thy dying love.

5. I would, but Thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with Thy perfect peace.

C. WESLEY.

410. L. M.

1. I ASKED the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace; Might more of His salvation know,

And seek more earnestly His face.

DOXOLOGY. L. M.

GLORY to Jesus, who returns

In pomp triumphant to the sky, With Thee, O Father, and with Thee, O Holy Ghost, eternally.