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Yet Jesus is ever the same,
A sun in the gloomiest day:
Though awhile I am cast in the fire,
'Tis only the gold to refine;
And be it my simple desire,

Though suffering, not to repine.
2 What can be the pleasures to me,

Which earth in its fulness can boast ?
Delusive its vanities flee,
Enjoy'd for a moment at most :
And, if the Redeemer could part,
For me, with his throne in the skies,
Ah! why is so dear to my heart

What he in his wisdom denies ?
3 Though riches to others be given,

Their corn and their vintage abound; Yet, if I have treasure in heaven, Where should my affections be found ? Why stoop for the glittering sands Which they are so eager to share, Forgetting those wealthier lands

That form my inheritance there ? 4 Do thou, Lord, my spirit refine,

My wand’ring affections recal;
Then-be there no fruit in the vine,
Deserted and empty the stall ;
The long-labourd olive may die,
The field may no harvest afford;
Yet under the gloomiest sky,
My soul shall rejoice in her Lord.

5 Yea, let the rude tempest assail,

The blast of adversity blow;
The haven, though distant, I hail,
Beyond this rough ocean of woe.
When safe on the heavenly strand,
I'll smile at the billows that foam;
Kind angels will hail me to land,
And Jesus will welcome me home.

367. Trusting in the Lord. L.M. My grace is sufficient for thee; for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly, therefore, will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.—2 Cor. xii. 9. 1 Thy promise, Lord, just suits my case;

I sought assurance from thy mouth;
That one like me, so poor and base,

Would persevere to keep thy truth. 2 When to my heart I turn my eyes,

I see but motives to despair ;
Whatever charm the world supplies,

It finds a kindred temper there.
3 Sufficient ground thy promise yields,

On which a worm may rest his hope ;
And he who on thy promise builds,

May give his confidence full scope. 4 Thy strength in weakness is display'd :

My soul this truth can relish now :
A worm upon thy pow'r is stay’d;
The weaker he, the greater thou,

5 If of myself I henceforth speak,

"Tis of infirmity alone;
I know that I am strong, tho' weak;

My strength is Christ, the Mighty One. 6 On everlasting arms I lean;

These only can sustain my hope;
These have till now my refuge been,

And these thro’ life still hold me up. [7 I can look forward now with joy,

Though in myself a feeble worm ;
For Jesus will his pow'r employ,
And save my soul in ev'ry storm.]



368. Adoption. S.M. Beloved, now are we the sons of God: and it doth

not yet appear what we shall be; but we know that when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is. And every man that hath this hope in him purifieth himself even as he is pure.-1 John iii. 2, 3. 1 BEHOLD what wondrous grace

The Father has bestow'd
On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them Sons of God!

359. Recalling to Mind the Lord's Dealings. L.M. Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy

God led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart. 1 Thus far my God hath led me on, And made his truth and


My hopes and fears alternate rise,

And comforts mingle with my sighs. 2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, Far distant from


blissful home; Lord, let thy presence be my stay,

And guard me in the dangerous way. 3 Temptations every where annoy:

And sins and snares my peace destroy :
My earthly joys are from me torn,

And oft an absent God I mourn.
4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd,

Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd,
Sees every day new straits attend,

And wonders where the scene will end. 5 Is this, O Lord, that thorny road

Which leads us to the mount of God ?
Are these the toils thy people know,

While in the wilderness below ? 6 'Tis even so thy faithful love

Doth all thy children's graces prove;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That Jesus may be All in All.

360. Repenting. 7–6–8. Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters,

and he that hath no money; come ye, buy and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money, and without price.-ISAIAH lv. I. 1 God of my salvation hear,

And give me to believe!
Simply would I now draw near,

Thy blessings to receive;
Full of guilt, alas! I am,

But to thy wounds for refuge flee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me!

2 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, But trust thy grace

Empty send me not away,

Thus helpless and undone;
Dust and ashes is my name,

My all is sin and misery :
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.

3 Without money, without price,

I come to buy thy grace:
On thy cross my soul relies,

Thy promise I embrace :
In myself all guilt and shame,

Desiring to be cloth'd with thee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me !

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