HYMN

CLXXII.

FROM

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ROM the world of sin, and noise,
And hurry, I withdraw
For the still small inward voice
I wait with humble awe :
Silent am I now and still;
Dare not in thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal
The secret of thy love.

Open, Lord, mine inward ear,
And bid my heart rejoice;
Bid my quiet spirit hear

Thy comfortable voice;

Never in the whirlwind found,

Nor where earthquakes rock the place,

Still and silent is the sound,

The whisper of thy grace.

Thou didst undertake for me,
For me to death wast sold;
Wisdom in a mystery

Of bleeding love unfold :
Teach the lefson of thy cross;
Let me die, with thee to reign;
All things let me count but lofs,

So thee I may obtain.

The depth of inbred sin ; All the unbelief declare,

The pride that lurks within : Take me whom thyself hast bought, Bring into captivity

Every high aspiring thought

That does not stoop to thee.

Lord, my time is in thy hand;
My soul to thee convert ;
Thou canst make me understand,
Though I am slow of heart:
Thine, in whom I live and move,
Thine the work, the strength is thine;
Thou art wisdom, power, and love,

And all thou art is mine.

HYMN

CLXXIII.

CEAS

EASE, Christian, cease thine anxious fear
Desponding thoughts withstand;

The Lord thy fainting soul will cheer,
And raise thy drooping hand.

Mark how with tender loving care
He guides our feeble minds ;
How, whether joy or grief we share,
Some fitting work he finds.

He bids the merry hearted sing,
The sorrow stricken pray;

The glad their cheerful anthem bring,
The sad their plaintive lay.

He gives us hopes all woe to cure;
These hopes to heaven extend:
Who steadfast in the faith endure,

Their blifs shall never end.

N

HYMN

CLXXIV.

́EARER, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;

E'en though it be a cross

That raises me:

The sun gone down,

Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone:

Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.

There let the way appear
Steps unto heaven :

All that thou sendest me

In mercy given ;

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee.

Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with thy praise,

Out of my sufferings

Bethel I'll raise:

So by my griefs to be

Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.

HYMN

CLXXV.

N evil long I took delight,

IN

Unawed by shame or fear,

Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career:
I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,

Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his crofs I stood.

Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke :

My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,

And helped to nail him there.