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2 Ah! whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;
And vengeance at the door. 3. When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
66 Flee from the wrath to come !" 3 I
see, A glimmering from afar, A beam of day, that shines for me,
To save me from despair. 5 Forerunner of the sun,*
It marks the Pilgrim's way;
And watch the rising day
see, or think I
(c. M. ST. ANN's.) The love of Christ constraining to obedience. 1 No strength of Nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;
For want of clearer light.
In bondage and distress!
But toild without success.
* Psa. cxxx. 6.
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.
A righteousness to raise;
I freely choose his ways.
That I may worthier grow?
Is my inquiry now.
And hear his pardoning voice,
And duty into choice.
The way of life narrow.
What thousands hate it, when 'tis known!
Will seek or choose it for their own. 2 A thousand ways in ruin end;
One only leads to joys on high:
And soar with speed beyond the sky! 3 No more I ask, or hope to find,
Delight or happiness below;
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 4. The joy that fades is not for me ;
I seek immortal joys above,
Where glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love. 5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms,
Contented with your native dust,
(c. M. UNIVERSITY.)
Will ye also go away? John vi. 67–69. 1 WHEN
turn from Zion's way, (Alas! what numbers do!) Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
66 Wilt thou forsake me too ?” 2 Oh Lord ! with such a heart as mine,
Unless Thou hold me fast,
And prove like them at last.
To save a wretch like me;
And bid my fears depart;
And soothe my sorrowing heart. 5 What anguish does that question raise,
“ If I will also go ?”
I humbly answer, No !
HYMN 133. Jesus a compassionate High Priest. Heb. iv. 15.1 WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
By all that shared his daily bread.
my spirit dies,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
* Rom. vii. 19.
My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For “ Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead. 6 And oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
The soul thirsting for God.
The vain delights of earth to share;
That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 Yes, great Redeemer ! 'twas thy cross
That wean’d my heart from earthly things,
The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings. 3 O for the grace that springs from Thee!
That quickens all things where it flows;
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose !
eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit, than I.
Old things passed away.
It has no charm for me!