Embraces all the blessings there,
And here enjoys the promises.

4 By faith a steady course we steer,

Through ruffling storms and swelling seas,
O'ercome the world, keep down our fear,
And still possess our souls in peace.
5 By faith, we pass the vale of tears
Safe and serene, though oft distress'd;
By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest.

Rom. viii. 31-34.

1 0 LET triumphant faith dispel
The fears of guilt and wo!
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who, who shall be our foe?

2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant, That boundless love can give!

3 Who now his people shall accuse?
'Tis God hath justifi'd:

Who now his people shall condemn?
The Lamb of God hath died.

4 And he who died hath ris'n again,
Triumphant from the grave:
At God's right hand for us he pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

HYMN 142.

Dead Faith.

1 DELUDED souls! that dream of heav'n,
And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,
While they are slaves to lust!

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living pow'r unites
To Christ, the living Head.

3 The faith which new-creates the heart
And works by active love,
Will bid all sinful joys depart,

And lift the thoughts above.

(C. M.)

4 God from the curse has set us free To make us pure within;

Nor did he send his Son to be

The minister of sin.

HYMN 143.

Christ our Refuge.

1 JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the waves of trouble roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;

O, receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my hope from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

HYMN 144.

(IIL 1)

(IV. 4.)

1 HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled :

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
"I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to
stand,

66 Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

3" When through the deep waters I call thee to go, "The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; "For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, "And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4" When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, "My grace all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; "The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design "Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

5 "The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, "I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

"That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake, “I'll never—no, never--no, never forsake."

(IIL 1)

HOPE.

HYMN 145.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise, from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies;
There, is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest in heav'n;
There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be giv’n.

HYMN 146.

1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey, let us sing;
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are trav'ling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam,
Christ conducts us to our home.

4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

HYMN 147.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

(C. M.)

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all:

4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul
Shall find eternal rest;

Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll
Across my peaceful breast.

JOY.

HYMN 148.

1 JOY is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's bairen soil;

All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.

2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith,
A sense of pard'ning love,

A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.

3 These are the joys which satisfy
And purify the mind;

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.

4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot,
O, thou who art the Lord's,
Resign to those who know him not,
Sun joy as earth affords.

HYMN 149.

1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,

2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But children of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3 The God of heav'n is ours,

Our Father and our love;

His care shall guard life's fleeting hours,
Then waft our souls above.

4 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

(C. M.)

(S. M.>

5 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

6 Children of grace have found
Glory begun below:

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

7 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're trav❜ling through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

LOVE.

HYMN 150.

1 LORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
For the bliss thy love bestows;

For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavour;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warm'd to praise.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wand'rer, far astray:
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,

And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear.

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before thy footstool kneeling,
Deign thy suppliant's pray'r to bless:
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.

HYMN 151.

1 LORD, my God, I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought;

(IIL 3)

(IIL 13