II. There is a rich, a full supply, In the broad cov'nant of his love; Then let my groans ascend on high, To bring the blessings from above III. O for a heart that loves to pray, That loves to converse with the LORD! Fain would I cast my fears away, And live by faith upon his word. IV. In God I'll cast my ev'ry care, To him my ev'ry want make known; When troubles come, in humble pray'r, I'll spread them all before his throne. V. I would with gratitude adore His matchless condescending grace: And charge my heart, "Repine no more, "No more refuse to seek his face." HYMN CCXXXIII. C. M. I. N evil long I took delight, 'Till a new object struck my sight, B B II. I saw one hanging on a tree, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, III. Sure never 'till my latest breath, It seem'd to charge me with his death. IV. My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, I saw my sins his blood had spilt, y. Alas! I knew not what I did; VI. A second look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace), It seals my pardon too. HYMN CCXVIII. C. M. Longing for a sight of God's Proceedings with his People: 1. FOR a faith to see my GoD, O With reconciled face, Fulfilling, as he shakes the rod, II. Chastising with a father's care III Sure such a pleasing sight as this IV. Then all the gloomy doubts and fears, V. No more I'd grieve to bear the cross, While faith would seize the crown, Mercies which do all praise excel; VI. Though many a fi'ry flaming dart My JESUS hath done all things well. VII. Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And when to that bright world I rise, HYMN CCXXXV. C. M. I. ET saints on earth their anthems raise, Who taste the SAVIOUR's grace; Let saints in heav'n proclaim his praise, And crown him "Prince of Peace." II. Praise him who laid his glory by, For man's apostate race: Praise him, who stoop'd to bleed and die, III. Come rebels, lay your weapons down; And crown him "Prince of Peace." IV. We soon shall reach the blissful shore, His name for ever to adore, And crown him "Prince of Peace." HYMN CCXXXVI. L. M. Christian Traveller animated by a View of his Eternal Home. 1. S when the weary trav'ller gains As The height of some o'er looking hill, His heart revives, if cross the plains II. While he surveys the much-lov'd spot, III. Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views. |