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And a new creature, body, soul,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
300. . The Christian's Felicity. Why should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's pow'r? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tow'r. Tho’hot the fight, why quit the field? Why must I either fee or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty shield? When creature-comforts fade and die. Worldlings may weep, but why should I? Jesus still lives, and still is 'nigh. Tho' all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread, For Jesus is my living bread, I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supply'd; But Jesus knows, and will provide. Tho’ sin would fill me with distress, The throne of grace I dare address; For Jesus is my righteousness. Tho' faint my pray’rs, and cold my love, My steadfast hope shall not remove, While Jesus intercedes above. Against me earth and hell combine; But on my side is pow'r divine; Jesus is all, and he is minę,
301. The Christian's Prayer. When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To fetch thy ransom'd people home, Shall I among
them stand ? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand ? I love to meet among
now, Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Tho' vilest of them all;
When thou for them shalt call!
In this th' accepted day:
Nor let me fall I pray.
To see thy smiling face;
With shouts of sov'reign grace.
302. Christian Conflict. What jarring natures dwell within, Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,
303. Christian Conflict. With melting heart, and weeping eyes, My guilty soul for mercy cries;
What shall I do, or whither flee, escape
vengeance due to me 'Till now I saw no danger nigh; I liv'd at ease,, por fear'd to die; Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, • I shall have peace at last,' I cry’d. But when, great God, thy light divine Had shone on this dark soul of mine, Then I beheld, with trembling awe, The terrors of thy holy law. How dreadful now my guilt appears, In childhood, youth, and growing years ! Before thy pure discerning eye, Lord, what a filthy wretch am I! Should vengeance still my
304. Christian Conflict. WHEN any turn from Zion's way,
(Alas! what numbers do!) Methinks I hear
Unless thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
To save a wretch like me;
If I should turn from thee?
Can never reach my case,
But in thy boundless grace.
And bid my fears depart;
And satisfy my heart.
If I will also go?
I humbly answer, No!
THE CHURCH. PUBLIC, FAMILY, AND SOCIAL WORSHIP
CHURCH FELLOWSHIP AND HAPPINESS. 305.
A Prayer for Ministers. FATHER of Mercies, bow thine ear, Attentive to our earnest pray’r; We plead for those who plead for thee; Successful pleaders may they be!