2 Thy promises our hearts revive, 3 O let not Sin and Satan boast, 4 Do Thou the dying spark inflame; Hymn. Desiring assurance of inward Religion. 1 THOU great mysterious GOD unknown, 2 If I have only known Thy fear, Now, now, the farther grace bestow, 3 Ah! never let Thy servant rest, Unworthy of the crumbs that fall, 4 Whate'er obstructs Thy pard'ning love, This moment, gracious LORD, remove, Thy glory to display: Mine heart of unbelief convince, 1 "TIS Hymn. Desiring assurance of inward Religion. a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard His Name? 3 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove, Ev'ry trifle give me pain, If I knew a SAVIOUR'S love? 4 When I turn my eyes within, T 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; 7 Could I joy His saints to meet, 8 LORD, decide the doubtful case! 9 Let me love Thee more and more, Hymn. Refuge in Doubt and Trouble. 1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul, On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, 2 To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; Thy Word can bring a sweet relief 3 But, O! when gloomy doubts prevail, The springs of comfort seem to fail, 4 Yet, gracious GOD, where shall I flee? And still my soul would cleave to Thee, 5 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face? And can the ear of sov'reign grace 6 No, still the ear of sov'reign grace O may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there! Hymn. The Fearful encouraged. 1 AND art Thou with us, gracious LORD, Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our GOD, 2 Doth Thy right hand, which form'd the earth, 3 Dost Thou a FATHER's bowels feel And in such tender accents speak 4 On this support my soul shall lean, The gloomy vale of death must smile, 5 While I His gracious succour prove 'Midst all my various ways, 1 The darkest shades through which I pass Hymn. The little Flock. YE little flock, whom JESUS feeds, Look to the SHEPHERD of your fears. souls, 2 Though wolves and lions prowl around, His staff is your defence: 'Midst sands and rocks your SHEPHERD'S Voice Calls streams and pastures thence. 1 3 Your FATHER will a kingdom give, His feeblest child His love shall call 4 Ten thousand praises, LORD, we bring 5 For all we hope, and they enjoy, We bless a SAVIOUR'S Name; Nor shall that stroke disturb the song, |