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A THOUGHT IN AFFLICTION.

TILT Thou, O Lord, regard my tears,

W The fruit of guilt and fear?

Me, who thy Justice have provok'd,
Oh! will thy Mercy spare?

2 Yes; for the broken, contrite heart,
Saviour, thy sufferings plead:
O quench not then the smoking flax,
Nor break the bruised reed!

3 Thy poor, unworthy servant view,
Resign'd to thy decree;

Ordain me, or to live, or die,

But live or die in Thee!

4 Upon thy gracious promise, Lord,
My humble soul is cast!

Oh bear me safe, through life, through death,
And raise me up at last!

5 Low as this mortal frame must lie,
This mortal frame shall sing,
"Where is thy victory, O grave!
"And where, O death, thy sting?"

THE CHRISTIAN RACE.

WAKE, our souls!-away our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone :
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint!
But we forget the mighty God,

That feed the strength of every saint.
3 O mighty God, thy matchless power,
Is ever new, and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From Thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

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5 Swift as the eagle cuts the air,

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We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road!

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THE NEW CREATION.

TTEND, while God's eternal Son,
Doth his own glories show:

་་ Behold, I sit upon my throne,
"Creating all things new.

2"Nature and sin are past away, "And the old Adam dies;

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My hands a new foundation lay :
"See a new world arise !"

3 Mighty Redeemer, set me free
From my old state of sin;
O make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.

4 Renew my eyes, and form my ears,
And mould my heart afresh;

Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

5 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell;

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In the new world thy grace hath made,
May I for ever dwell!

CHRIST'S HUMILIATION AND EXALTATION.

HAT equal honours shall we bring

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To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb?

Since all the notes that angels sing

Are far inferior to thy name.

2 Worthy is He that once was slain,

The Prince of Peace, that groan'd and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,

At his Almighty Father's side.

3 Power, and dominion, are his due,

Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar! Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charg'd with madness here.

4 Immortal honour must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
5 Blessing for ever on the Lamb,

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Who bore our sin, and curse, and pain; Let angels sound his sacred Name,

And every creature say, Amen.

WAITING FOR THE SPIRIT OF ADOPTION.

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LL glory to the dying Lamb,

And never-ceasing praise;

While angels live to know thy name,
Or men to feel thy grace.

2 With this cold, stony heart of mine,
Jesu, to thee I flee:

And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.
3 Give me to hide my blushing face,
While thy dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to ́tears.

4 O may the uncorrupted seed
Abide and reign within:
And thy life-giving Word forbid
My new-born soul to sin!

5 Father, I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy promis'd love abroad,
And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, "My Father, God !"
With an unwavering tongue.

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HYMN TO THE HOLY GHOST.

OME, Holy Spirit, send down those beams,
Which gently flow in silent streams

From the eternal throne above:

Come, thou enricher of the poor,
Thou bounteous source of all our store,
Fill us with faith, and hope, and love.

4 Fain would I rise and sing
Το my Creator too;

Fain would my heart adore my King,
And give him praises due.

5 But pride, that busy sin,
Spoils all that I perform;
Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in,
And swells a haughty worm.

6 Thy glories I abate,

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Or praise thee with design; Part of thy favours I forget, Or think the merit mine.

Create my soul anew,

Else all my worship's vain:

This wretched heart will ne'er prove true,

Till it be form'd again.

Descend, celestial fire,

And seize me from above;

Wrap me in flames of pure desire,

A sacrifice to love.

CHRIST'S COMPASSION FOR THE TEMPTED.

1 7ITH joy we meditate the

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Of our High-Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

3 He in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out his cries and tears:
And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power:
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

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THE RESIGNATION.

ONG have I view'd, long have I thought,
And, trembling, held this bitter draught,
'Twas now just to my lips applied,
Nature shrank in; my courage died:
But now resolv'd and firm I'll be,
Since, Lord, 'tis mix'd and giv'n by Thee.

2 I'll trust my great Physician's skill,
What he prescribes can ne'er be ill:
For each disease he knows what's fit,
He's wise and good, and I submit ;
No longer will I grieve or pine;
Thy pleasure 'tis, it shall be mine.

3 Thy med'cine puts me to great smart;
Thou wound'st me in the tenderest part;
But 'tis with a design to cure;

I must, and will, thy touch endure:
All that I priz❜d below is gone;
Yet, Father, still thy will be done.

4 Since 'tis thy sentence I should part
With what was nearest to my heart,
I freely that, and more resign;
Behold my heart itself is thine:
My little all I give to Thee;
Thou hast bestow'd thy Son on me.

5 He left true bliss and joy above,
Emptied himself of all but love:
For me he freely did forsake
More than from me he e'er can take;
A mortal life for a divine

He took, and did ev'n that resign.

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