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The peace which God alone reveals,
And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels,
Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts. And may the holy Three in One,
The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blessing down
On ev'ry soul assembled here.
Your joyful thanks repeat;
Shall never end.
He does the food supply
On which all creatures live:
Our constant Friend ;
Shall never end.
Upon the seed now sown
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
To make it spring and grow:
Why should I doubt his love at last,
With anxious thoughts perplext?
Will save me in the next:
With more than conquest blest,
To my Redeemer's breast.
546. Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room; When thousands make a wretched choice
And rather starvė than come? Twas the same love that made the feast
That sweetly drew us in; Jlse we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our sin.
Are these sweet days of love;
When I shall rest above!
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace:
To my dear Saviour's face.
These sabbaths shall deliver me
To my eternal rest.
550. With his long travel faint, opprest, The weary pilgrim sighs for rest; The mariner, when billows roar, With longing heart desires the shore. Thus when temptation's waves arise, Struggling, half sunk, I cast mine eyes, With eager looks, to that blest shore Where storms and tempests rage no more. Leave me not, Saviour, nor forsake, My soul to thy dear bosom take: When safe to that fair haven come, All hail sweet rest and happy home.
In everlasting day;
But Jesus guards the way:
Hear and obey his word;
Our Saviour is the Lord.
552. YE pris'ners of hope, Who bitterly grieve,
To Jesus look up,
And dare to believe:
And state you are in,
Will cure you of sin.
Who come, saith the Lord :
Be bold to believe;
Your Saviour, and live.
553 Zion, awake, arise, arise,
Thy sun in its meridian stands;
Thou’rt call'd to leave thy native lands. Get fresh supplies of grace each day,
Stand ready for the midnight call: Let nothing here engage thy stay,
Let Jesus be thy all in all.
554. Take my poor heart, just as it is,
up therein thy throne; So shall I love thee above all,
And live to thee alone.