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169. Faith. c.m. The gifts and calling of God are without repentance.

-Rom. xi. 29.
1 0 LORD! why should I doubt thy love,

Or disbelieve thy grace ?
Sure thy compassions ne'er remove,

Although thou hide thy face. 2 Thy smiles have freed my heart from pain,

My drooping spirits cheer;
And wilt thou not appear again

Where thou hast once appear’d ? 3 Hast thou not form'd


And taught me, I am thine ?
And wilt thou now thy work undo,

Or break thy word divine ?
4 Dost thou repent ? wilt thou deny

The gifts thou hast bestow'd ?
Or are those streams of mercy dry,

Which once so freely flow'd ?
5 Lord, let not groundless fears destroy

The mercies now possess'd : I'll praise for blessings I enjoy,

And trust for all the rest.

170. Faith. 104th. Behold God is my salvation : I will trust and not be

afraid : for the Lord JEHOVAH is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation. ISAIAH xii. 2.

1 BEGONE, unbelief,

My Saviour is near,
And for my relief,
Will surely appear :
By prayer let me wrestle,
And he will perform :
With Christ in the vessel,
I smile at the storm.

2 Though dark be my way,

Since he is my guide,
"Tis mine to obey,
'Tis his to provide :
Tho' cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken
Shall surely prevail.

3 His love, in time past

Forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last
In trouble to sink ;
Each sweet Ebenezer
I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure

To help me quite through [4 Determin'd to save,

He watch'd o'er my path
When Satan's blind slave,
I sported with death :

And can he have taught me
To trust in his name,
And thus far have brought me,

To put me to shame.]
5 Why should I complain

Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain ?
He told me no less :
The heirs of salvation,
I know from his word,
Thro' much tribulation

Must follow their Lord. 6 How bitter that

No heart can conceive,
Which he drank quite up,
That sinners might live!
His way was much rougher
And darker than mine,
Did Jesus thus suffer-

And shall I repine ? 7 Since all that I meet

Shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet,
The med'cine is food;
Though painful at present,
'Twill cease before long,
And then, O how pleasant
The conqueror's song!

171. Faith. L.M. Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for

you.—1 PETER, v. 7. 1 The privilege I greatly prize,

Of casting all my care on him,
The mighty God, the only wise,

Who reigns in heav'n and earth supreme. 2 How sweet to be allow'd to call

The God whom heav'n adores, my friend; To tell my thoughts, to tell him all;

And then to know my pray’rs ascend ! 3 Yes they ascend; the feeblest cry

Has wings that bear it to his throne;
The prayer of faith ascends the sky,

And brings a gracious answer down. 4 Then let me banish anxious care,

Confiding in my Father's love :
To him make known my wants in pray’r

Prepar'd his answer to approve. 5 My Father's wisdom cannot err;

His love no change nor failure knows;
Be mine his counsel to prefer,
And acquiesce in all he does.

172. Faith. 8–8–6. Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect?

It is God that justifieth. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea, rather, that is also risen again, &c.—Rom. viii. 33, 34. 1 FROM whence this fear and unbelief ?

Hast thou, O Father, put to grief

Thy spotless Son for me?
And will the righteous judge of men
Condemn me for that debt of sin,

Which, Lord, was charg'd on thee ? 2 Complete atonement thou hast made, And to the utmost farthing paid

Whate'er thy people ow'd;
How then can wrath on me take place,
If shelter'd in thy righteousness,

And sprinkled with thy blood ?
3 Turn, then, my soul, unto thy rest;
The merits of thy great High-priest

Speak peace and liberty :
Trust in his all-atoning blood;
Nor fear thy banishment from God,

Since Jesus died for thee.

173. Faith. C.M. We have an advocate with the Father, JESUS CHRIST

the righteous : and he is the propitiation for our

sins.- 1 John, ii. 1, 2. 1 I know that my Redeemer lives,

And ever prays for me ; Salvation to his saints he gives,

And life and liberty.
2 The pow'r of hell and strength of sin,

My Saviour shall subdue;
His healing blood shall wash me clean,

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