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2. Better than my boding fears
To me thou oft hast prov'd;
Oft observ'd my silent tears,

And challeng'd thy belov❜d:
Mercy to my rescue flew,


And death ungrasp'd his fainting prey;
Pain before thy face withdrew,
And sorrow fled away.

3. Now as yesterday the same,
In all my troubles nigh,
Jesus, on thy word and name
I stedfastly rely :

Sure as now the grief I feel,

The promis'd joy I soon shall have,
And again to sinners tell
Thy pow'r and will to save.

4. To thy blessed will resign'd,
And stay'd on that alone,
I thy perfect strength shall find,
Thy faithful mercies own :

Compass'd round with songs of praise,
My all to my Redeemer give;
Spread thy miracles of grace,
And for thy glory live.

Hymn 277. c. M.


ESUS, my Saviour, full of grace, Be thou my heart's delight, Remain my fav'rite theme always, My joy by day and night.

2. Hung'ring and thirsting after thee,
May I be found each hour,
Humble in heart, and constantly
Supported by thy pow'r!

3. May thy blest Spirit to my heart, Throughout my future race

True faith and constancy impart,
To live unto thy praise.

4. The myst❜ry of redeeming love Be ever dear to me:

'Till I shall once in heav'n above, Forever dwell with thee.


5. HOPE.

Hymn 278. s. M.

OME, Lord, and help me to rejoice,
In hope that I shall hear thy voice,
Shall one day see my God;

Shall cease from all my sins and strife,
Handle and taste the word of life,
And feel the sprinkled blood.

2. I shall not always make my moan, Nor worship thee a God unknown, But I shall live to prove

Thy people's rest and saints' delight,

The length, and breadth, and depth, and height Of thy redeeming love.

3. Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountain-top
See all the land below:

Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruit of paradise
In endless plenty grow:

4. A land of corn, and wine, and oil, Favour'd with God's peculiar smile, With ev'ry blessing blest;

There dwells the Lord our righteousness,

And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest.

Hymn 279. c. M.

JOYFUL sound of gospel-grace,
Christ shall in me appear!



I, even I shall see his face;
I shall be holy here.

2. The glorious crown of righteousness
To me reach'd out I view ;
Conqu❜ror through him I soon shall seize
And wear it as my due.

3. The promis'd land from Pisgah's top I now exult to see;

My hope is full (O glorious hope)
Of immortality!

4. He visits now this house of clay; He shakes his future home:


O would'st thou, Lord, on this glad day," Into thy temple come.

5. With me, I know, I feel thou art, But this cannot suffice,

Unless thou plantest in my heart
A constant paradise.

6. My earth thou water'st from on high ; Oh make it all a pool!

Spring up, O well, I ever cry,
Spring up within my soul.

Hymn 280. P. M.


E contrite sinners, hear,
Ye pris'ners of the Lord,
And wait till Christ appear,

According to his word;

Rejoice in hope, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

2. The Lord, our righteousness, We have long since receiv'd: Salvation nearer is

Than when we first believ'd; Rejoice in hope. &c.

3. In God we put our trust:
If we our sins confess,
Faithful he is, and just,
From all unrighteousness
To cleanse us all, both you and me,
We shall from all our sins be free.
4. Surely in us the hope

Of glory shall appear;
Sinners, your heads lift up,

And sce redemption near;
Again, I say, rejoice with me,
We shall from all our sins be free.

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Hymn 281. c. M.


́OW happy ev'ry child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiv'n!
This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek my place in heav'n:
A country far from mortal sight:
Yet, O! by faith I see

The land of rest, the saints' delight,
The heav'n prepar'd for me.

2. O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay,

We more than taste the heav'nly pow'rs,
And antedate that day:

We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ conceal'd,
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels fill'd.

3. O would he more of heav'n bestow! And when the vessels break;



Our ransom'd spirits then shall go,
To grasp the God we seek.
In rapt'rous awe on him I'll gaze,
Who bought the sight for me,
And shout and wonder at his grace
Through all eternity!

Hymn 282. P. M.
Glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above!
It bears on eagles' wings;
It gives my ravish'd soul to taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesu's priests and kings.

2. The things eternal I pursue;
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen:
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.

3. Nothing on earth I call my own:
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

4. There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!
5. I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come, to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heav'nly rest.
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast.

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