2 Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
But guilt, and fears, and sorrows, rise,
And hide the promise from our eyes.

3 O let not Sin and Satan boast,
While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Nor see that faith to ruin brought,
Which Thy own gracious hand hath wrought.

4 Do Thou the dying spark inflame;
Reveal the glories of Thy name;
And put all anxious doubts to flight,
As shades dispers'd by op'ning light.

Hymn.

Desiring assurance of inward Religion.

1 THOU great mysterious GOD unknown,
Whose love hath gently led me on,
E'en from my infant days,
Mine inmost soul expose to view,
And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.

2 If I have only known Thy fear,
And follow'd, with a heart sincere,
Thy drawing from above;

Now, now, the farther grace bestow,
And let my sprinkled conscience know
Thy sweet forgiving love. ̧

3 Ah! never let Thy servant rest,
Till, of my part in CHRIST possest,
I on Thy mercy feed;

Unworthy of the crumbs that fall,
Yet rais'd by Him who died for all,
To eat the children's bread.

4 Whate'er obstructs Thy pard'ning love, This moment, gracious LORD, remove, Thy glory to display:

Mine heart of unbelief convince,
And now absolve me from my sins,
And take them all away.

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Hymn.

Desiring assurance of inward Religion.

a point I long to know,

Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the LORD, or no?
Am I His, or am I not?

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,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?

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5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do:
You that love the LORD indeed,
Tell me, Is it thus with you?

6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

7 Could I joy His saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
Find, at times, the promise sweet,
If I did not love the LORD?

8 LORD, decide the doubtful case!
Thou who art Thy people's sun,
Shine upon Thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

9 Let me love Thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.

Hymn.

Refuge in Doubt and Trouble.

1 DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise,

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To Thee I tell each rising grief,

For Thou alone canst heal;

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief
For ev'ry pain I feel.

3 But, O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, gracious GOD, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to Thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

5 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
And shall I seek in vain?

And can the ear of sov'reign grace
Be deaf when I complain?

6 No, still the ear of sov'reign grace
Attends the mourner's pray'r:

O may I ever find access

To breathe my sorrows there!

Hymn.

The Fearful encouraged.

1 AND art Thou with us, gracious LORD,
To dissipate our fear?

Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our GOD,
Our GOD for ever near?

2 Doth Thy right hand, which form'd the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high it's friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?

3 Dost Thou a FATHER's bowels feel
For all Thy humble saints?

And in such tender accents speak
To soothe their sad complaints?,

4 On this support my soul shall lean,
And banish ev'ry care;

The gloomy vale of death must smile,
If God be with me there.

5 While I His gracious succour prove 'Midst all my various ways,

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The darkest shades through which I pass
Shall echo with His praise.

Hymn.

The little Flock.

YE little flock, whom JESUS feeds,
Dismiss your anxious cares;

Look to the SHEPHERD of your
And smile away 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.

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3 Your FATHER will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight;

His feeblest child His love shall call
To triumph in His sight.

4 Ten thousand praises, LORD, we bring
For sure supports like these:
And o'er the pious dead we sing
Thy living promises.

5 For all we hope, and they enjoy,

We bless a SAVIOUR'S Name;

Nor shall that stroke disturb the song,
Which breaks this mortal frame.