353. Satisfaction in God.

OUR God is still the same,

His church below to bless,
When they assemble in his name
To supplicate his grace:

A train of sinners poor
He will not cast behind,
But keeps his word for evermore,
And bears us on his mind.

To our relief he flies,

He flies from realms above, Answers our pray'rs in sweet replies, And tokens of his love:

Shall we not witness bear How faithful he has been; And boldly to the world declare Salvation we have seen?

Jehovah is the Lord,

The God whom we confess,
The Prince of Peace-the living Word-
The Lord our Righteousness.

The Saviour's name we praise,
Who triumph'd over death;
And we, the subjects of his grace,
May triumph too by faith.

354.

Searching our Ways.

THY piercing eye, O Lord, surveys
The various windings of our ways;

Teach us their tendency to know,

And judge the paths in which we go.
How wild, how crooked have they been!
A maze of foolishness and sin!
With all the light we vainly boast,
Leaving our guide, our souls are lost.
Had not thy mercy been our aid,
So fatally our feet had stray'd,
Stern justice had its pris'ners led
Down to the chambers of the dead.
O turn us back to thee again,
Or we shall search our ways in vain;
Shine, and the path of life reveal,
And bear us on to Zion's hill.

Roll on, ye swift revolving years,
And end this round of sins and cares;
No more a wand'rer would I roam,
But near my Father fix at home.

355. Delight in Christ.

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross we spend ;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying friend.
May we sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops our souls bedewing, Plead and claim our peace with God. Truly blessed is the station,

ow before his cross to lie:

While we see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye:
Here it is we find our heaven,
While upon the Lamb we gaze;
Much we have to be forgiven,
Daily miracles of grace.

Love and grief our hearts dividing,
Call for tears his feet to bathe;
Keep us still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.

May we still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his balmy name more healing,
And himself more deeply know.

356. Happiness in God.

THRICE happy souls, who born from heaven,
While yet they sojourn here,
Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear!
So may our eyes with holy, zeal

Prevent the dawning day';
And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray!
'Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And, while the world our hands employs
Our hearts be thine alone!

As sanctified to noblest ends
Be each refreshment sought:

Thy mercy demands, and shall have all the

praise.

No sinner can be

Ever worthy of thee,

Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free.

Our Saviour and Friend
His love shall extend,

It knew no beginning, and never shall end.
Whom once he receives

His Spirit ne'er leaves,

Nor ever repents of the grace that he gives.

Thy workmanship we

More fully would be,

Lord, stretch out thy hand, and conform us to thee:

While onward we move

To Canaan above,

Come, fill us with holiness, fill us with love.

Vouchsafe us to know
More of thee below,

Thus fit us for heaven, and glory bestow;
Our harps shall be tun'd,

The Lamb shall be crown'd, Salvation to Jesus thro' heav'n shall resound.

359. The Church's Gratitude.

How sweet and awful is this place,

With Christ within the doors!

While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores.

Here ev'ry bowel of our God,
With soft compassion rolls;
And pardon bought by Jesus' blood,
Is food for dying souls.

He sunk beneath our heavy woes,

To raise us to his throne:
There's not a gift his hand bestows,
But cost his heart a groan.
To Jesus let us raise our song,
Who spreads for us a feast;
And each cry out with thankful tongue,
Lord, why am I a guest?

Why am I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there's room; While thousands make a wretched choice, And rather starve than come?

'Twas the same love that spread the feast, Which sweetly drew us in;

Else we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.

360, The Power of Prayer.

IN themselves as weak as worms,
How can poor believers stand,
When temptations, foes, and storms,
Press them close on ev'ry hand?
Weak, indeed, they feel they are,
But they know the throne of grace;
And the God who answers pray'r
Helps them when they seek his face.