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Lord, I would not repine
At strokes in mercy sent:
My soul shall be content.
127. Sickness and Recovery.
A WHILE remain’d the doubtful strife,
Till Jesus gave me back my life;
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 Oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise !
129. It is finished. Trevecca. HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary !
6. It is finish'd!”.
Do these charming words afford; Heav'nly blessings without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
“ It is finish’d!”
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
130. Jesus Christ the Gift of God.
JESUS, my love, my chief delight,
For thee I long, for thee I pray; Amid the shadows of the night,
Amid the business of the day.
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,
I'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!
131. Effects of divine Grace.
CHATHAM WHEN, with
mind devoutly prest,
The pow'r of changing grace.
In heav'nly league agree:
Should ever lead to thee?
These eyes, that once abus'd their sight,
And weep a silent flood :
the stains they wear,
When round the festal board;
And press to hear thy word.
This drossy thing refine; That grace might nature's strength controul, And a new creature, body, soul,
Be, Lord, for ever thine!
132. At the close of an Association
d. At the close
From death and sin set free;
intent on thee! With plenteous grace their hearts prepare
To execute thy will;
And faithfulness and skill.