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3 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
4. Should vile blasphemers with disdain
Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain,
1 WHEN Peter, through the tedious right,
Had often cast his net in vain; Soon as the LORD appear'd in sight,
He gladly let it down again.
2 Once more the Gospel-net we cast;
Do Thou, O LORD, the effort own: We learn from disappointments past,
To rest our hope on Thee alone.
3 O! by a SAVIOUR's dying love,
To ev'ry wounded heart reveald, Temptations, fears, and guilt remove,
And be their Sun, and Strength, and Shield.
4 To mourners speak a cheering word;
On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine; Let poor backsliders be restor'd,
And all Thy saints in praises join.
1 W HEN quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still ;
Talk o'er the records of Thy will,
2 O may the gracious words divine,
Subject of all my converse be!
And walk and talk Himself with me:
3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling Word
While on the bosom of my LORD,
4. Rising to sing my SAVIOUR's praise,
Thee may I publish all day long ; And let Thy precious Word of grace
Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue! Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above.
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill!
And words of peace reveal !
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are ! ; "Sion, behold thy SAVIOUR-KING,
" He reigns and triumphs here.'
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found !
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heav'nly light!
But died without the sight.
The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ ;
And deserts learn the joy.
The LORD makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad: Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their SAVIOUR and their God.
ii HAPPY are they to whom the LORD
His gracious Name makes known !
Adopts them for His own!
2 He calls them to His mercy-seat,
And hears their humble pray'r;
They find His presence near.
3 Though men despise them, or revile,
They count the trial small;
It makes amends for all.
4 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed,
And, like their SAVIOUR, poor;
For all the worldling's store.
5 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys,
They mount on eagles' wings;
The pride and pomp of kings.
The debt of praise we owe,
And heav'n begun below.
i GLADNESS was spread thro' Israel's host
When first they manna view'd;
And thought it pleasant food.
2 But when they had it long enjoy’d,
From day to day the same,
Although from heav'n it came.
3 Thus Gospel-bread at first is priz’d,
And makes a people glad;
When easy to be had :
4 But should the LORD, displeas'd, withhold
The bread His mercy sends;
Would make but poor amends.
5 How tedious would the week appear,
How dull the Sabbath prove, Could we no longer meet to hear
The precious truths we love!
6 Preserve us from this judgment, LORD,
For JESU's sake we plead:
Would be a stroke indeed!