Lord, I would not repine 127. Sickness and Recovery. PORTUGAL. AWHILE remain❜d the doubtful strife, Till Jesus gave me back my life; My life?-my soul, recal the word; Why inconvenient now to die? He saw me made the sport of hell; O bless him!-bless, ye dying saints, 128. Providence reviewed. STEPHENS. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 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. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. * When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more; My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise; But On! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ! 129. It is finished. TREVECCA. HARK! the voice of love and mercy See! it rends the rocks asunder, It is finish'd! O what pleasure Saints, the dying words record. Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Glory to the bleeding Lamb! 130. Jesus Christ the Gift of God. ROCHFORD. JESUS, my love, my chief delight, Amid the shadows of the night, Thou art the glorious gift of God,” To sinners weary and distrest; The first of all his gifts bestow'd, And certain pledge of all the rest. Could I but say, this gift is mine, l'd tread the world beneath my feet; No more at poverty repine, Nor envy sinners rich and great. The precious jewel I would keep, And lodge it deep within my heart; At home, abroad, awake, asleep, It never should from thence depart! T 131. Efects of divine Grace. CHATHAM Dear Saviour, my revolving breast The pow'r of changing grace. In heav'nly league agree: Should ever lead to thee? These eyes, that once abus'd their sight, These hands ascend in ceaseless pray'r; These ears that pleas'd could entertain Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part; That grace might nature's strength controul, 132. At the close of an Association Service. ABRIDGE. CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, From death and sin set free; May ev'ry under-shepherd keep With plenteous grace their hearts prepare Compassion, patience, love and care, L |