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3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart, "Tis faith that works by love, That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.

4 "Tis faith that conquers earth and hell,
By a celestial power;

This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decisive hour.

5 Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust his grace;

A pard'ning God is jealous still,
For his own holiness.

6 When from the curse he sets us free,
He makes our natures clean,
Nor would he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.

7 His Spirit purifies our frame,
And seals our peace with God
Jesus, and his salvation, came
By water and by blood.

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Walking by Faith. (L. M.)

by the faith of joys to come,
We walk through deserts dark as night

Till we arrive at heav'n our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

2 The want of sight she well supplies,
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heav'nly ray,
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
4 So Abra'm, by divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promis'd land,
And fir'd his zeal along the road.

74.

1

The Hope of Heaven. (C. M.)

WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all.
There shall I bathe my weary soul,
In seas of heav'nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble rolk
Across my peaceful breast,

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Hope in the Saviour. (P. M.)

LORD how great's the favour!
That we, such sinners poor,

Can through thy blood's sweet savour,
Approach thy mercy's door,

And find an open passage
Unto the throne of grace,
There wait the welcome message,
That bids us go in peace.

2 Lord, we are helpless creatures,
Full of the deepest need,
Throughout defil'd by nature,
Stupid, and inly dead:

Our strength is perfect weakness,
And all we have is sin,

Our hearts are all uncleanness,
A den of thieves within.

3 In this forlorn condition,
Who shall afford us aid!
Where shall we find compassion,
But in the church's Head?
Jesus, thou art all pity,

Oh, take us to thine arms,
And exercise thy mercy,
To save us from all harms,

4 We'll never cease repeating
Our numberless complaints,
But ever be intreating

The glorious King of Saints: "Till we attain the image,

Of Him we inly love,
And pay our grateful homage,
With all the saints above.

5 Then we, with all in glory,
Shall thankfully relate

Th' amazing, pleasing story,
Of Jesu's love so great:

In this blest contemplation,
We shall for ever dwell,
And prove such consolation,
As none below can tell.

76.

1

The Anchor of Hope. (P. M.)

HOPE,

OPE, sweetest comfort, steady friend,
Who ever dost thy succours lend,
Whene'er my mind's opprest;
Oft have I found thy genial rays,
Dispel the clouds of darkest days,
And set my soul at rest!

2 But ah! on earth I dare not cast,
Hope's precious anchor, lest the blast
Of time's rude winds should shake,
And loose its hold, and in this gale,
Of snares and tempests, me should fail,

And my fond schemes should break.

3 The safest hope's in heaven above!
Stable and firm 'twill ever prove,
For God will ne'er deceive;
"Tis in his Son that I confide,
And with his promise satisfy'd,
I safe and joyful live!

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77. Joy on the Remembrance of God's Care. Isaiah xlix. 13. (C. M.)

Now

OW shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song,

Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

2 God on his thirsty Sion-hill,
Some mercy drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love,
To shower salvation down.

3 Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?

4 Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb,

And, 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts,
Her suckling have no room?

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Yet," saith the Lord, "should nature change "And mothers monsters prove, "Sion still dwells

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upon the heart,

"Of everlasting love.

Deep on the palms of both my hands,
"I have engrav'd her name,

"My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls,
66 And build her broken frame:"

578. Heavenly Joy on Earth. (S. M.)

1 COME,

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we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;

Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was design'd,
To make our pleasures less.

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