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HYMN 136. L. M. STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite ; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
And long in vain thy grace received ;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ; 3 Yet, oh, the mourning sinner spare,
In honour of my great High-priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
T exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release;
Uphold me with thy gracious hand; Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
HYMN 137. L. M.
Oh, that I could at last submit
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find ;
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The labour of thy dying love.
My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
HYMN 138. C. M.
2 Thy tears are dried, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell'd each bitter care;
To save thee from despair.
And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will,
And to resist mine own: 4 So shall my soul each power employ
Thy mercy to adore ; While heaven itself proclaims with joy,
One pardon'd sinner more.
HYMN 139. III. 2. ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Should my zeal no languor know,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
When mine eyelids close in death,
IIYMN 140. L. M.
Of things unseen by mortal eye;
And penetrates the inmost sky. 2 Things absent it can set in view,
And bring far distant prospects home; Events long pass'd it can renew,
And long foresee the things to come. 3 With strong persuasion, from afar
The heavenly region it surveys,
And here enjoys the promises.
4 BF in th a steady course we steer,
Tuzoash ruiling storms and strelling seas, Cercorne the world, keep down our fear,
And stiil possess our souls in peace. á By faith we pass the vale of tears
Safe and serene, though oft distress'd
HYMN 141. c. M.
Rom. viii. 31-34.
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HYMN 143. III. 1.
Christ our Refuge
While the tempest still is high :
Till the storm of life is past;
O receive my soul at last.
Hangs my helpless soul' on thee.
Still support and comfort me :
All my hope from thee I bring ;
With the shadow of thy wing.
HYMN 144. IV. 4.
a , 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 :
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ;
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to rutine. 5 The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
RIFhyrefter portion trace ;
Rise, from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy destined place ; Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Tíme shall soon this earth remove Rise, my soul, and harte away
To seats prepared 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 heaven; There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be giveni.
HYMN 146. III. 1. CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
Sing the Saviour's worthy praiso,
Glorious in his works and ways. 2 We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod ;
Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our Advocate was made ;
Christ conducts us to our home.
HYMN 147. C. M.
To mansions in the skies,
And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
And face a frowning world.
Let storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heaven, my all :