i FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves me from it's snares: It's aid in ev'ry duty brings, And softens all my cares; 2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, And lights the sacred fire And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows it's pow'r' The healing balm to give; And make the dying live. 4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, Where deathless pleasures reign; And bids me seek my portion there, Nor bids me seek in vain ; 5 Shows me the precious promise seald With the REDEEMER's blood; And helps my feeble hope to rest Upon a faithful God. 6 There, there unshaken would I rest, Till this vile body dies; At once to glory rise. Hymn. Believer rejoicing. i GRACIOUS LORD, my heart is fixed, Sing I will, and sing of Thee; Great Deliv'rer! * All my pow'rs your tribute bring ! Though no praise can higher raise Him, (What can higher raise our King?) Were I silent, . But the LORD has loos’d them all: SAVIOUR keep me: Life eternal Jesus gives: Sure His promise! I shall live because He lives. 5. When the world would bid me leave Thee, Telling me of shame and loss, . This is treasure: 1 FAR from us be grief and sadness; Farther still unhallow'd mirth: JESUS owns them : 2 All the worldling's mirth is madness, All his labour fruitless toil; Sweet their portion! 3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us, Balanc'd with a SAVIOUR's love: Earthly objects 4 Once the world was all our treasure; Then the world our hearts possess'd; We can witness, 1 IN glad amazement, LORD, I stand, Amidst the bounties of Thy hand; 2 But O! what poor returns I make! What lifeless thanks I pay Thee back! LORD, I confess with humble shame, My off'rings scarce deserve the name. 3 Fain would my lab'ring heart devise To bring some nobler sacrifice; 4 To Him I consecrate my praise, And vow the remnant of my days; Yet what at best can I pretend Worthy such gifts from such a friend? 5 In deep abasement, Lord, I see My emptiness and poverty : Enrich my soul with grace divine, And make it worthier to be Thine. 6 Give me at length an angel's tongue, That heav'n may echo with my song: Wymn. 1 HAPPY the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God's chosen race; The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description, he.. Who knows “the SAVIOUR died for me !" The gift unspeakable obtains, And beav'nly understanding gains. 3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise? And gold is dross compard to her. True riches, and immortal praise; 5 To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights: 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains; Thrice happy! who his guest retains : He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and CHRIST, and Heav'n, are one, |