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Tho' weak, I'm strong, tho' troubled, blest;
For Christ's own power shall on me rest.

HYMN 141.

(L. M. HONITON.)

With God is no variableness, nor shadow of turning. 1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, great Redeemer ! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 I chide my unbelieving heart; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of Thee. 3 O let me then at length be taught, What I am still so slow to learn, That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn!* 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But, when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, gracious Lord! one look from Thee, Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away,

And thy rebellious worm is still.

6 Thou art as ready to forgive,

As I am ready to repine;

Thou therefore all the praise receive;
Be shame and self-abhorence mine.

* James i. 17:

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Be not dismayed, for I am thy God. Isa. xli. 10. 1 THE saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear;

For when they least expect his aid,
The Saviour will appear.

2 This Abraham found ;--he raised the knife;
God saw, and said, "forbear;
"Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;
"Behold the victim there!"*

3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand!+
Saul turns his arms another way,
To save the' invaded land.

4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more:
But God prepared a fish to save,
And bear him to the shore.

5 Blest proofs of grace and power divine,
That meet me in his word!
May each succeeding care of mine
Be cast upon the Lord!

6 I'll wait his seasonable aid;

Though oft denied, I'll wait:
The promise may be long delay'd,
But cannot come too late.

* Gen. xxii. 10-14.

Jonah i. 17.

+1 Sam, xxiii, 7.

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The Christian made more than conqueror.

1 WHEN heaves with sighs my anxious breast
In doubt if grace have made me free,
A still small voice yet whispers rest,-
And this is happines for me!

2 When earth, and hell, and this vile heart, To wound, destroy my soul agree,

Through grace I act theconqueror's part,--
And this is happiness for me!

3 Wounded, perplex'd, hardly bested,*
While from temptation's force I flee,
God in the battle shields my head,-
And this is happiness for me!

4 When the cold damps of death bedew
This body wrung with agony,
'Christ shall my fainting soul renew;
This will be happiness for me!
5 When to resist me, near the throne,
The Accuser+ face to face I see,
Christ shall assert me for his own;-
Ah! then, what happiness for me!

HYMN 144.

(L. M. PANCRAS.)

Conflict with the powers of darkness.

1 My soul is sad, and much dismay'd:-
See, Lord! what legions of my foes,
With vengeful Satan at their head,
My heavenly pilgrimage oppose!

Isa. viii. 21.

Zech. iii. 1. Rev. xii. 10.

2 See, from the ever-burning lake,
How, in united force, they rise;
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.
3 Their fiery arrows* reach the mark,
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.

4 I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
Oh! I would drive it from my breast,
With thine own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west.

5 Come then, and chase the cruel host; Heal the deep wounds I have received; Nor let the powers of darkness boast, That I am foil'd, and thou art grieved.

HYMN 145.

(C. M. CAMBRIDGE.)

The Christian rejoicing with trembling.

1 I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth;
I wanted spirit to renounce

The clod that gave me birth.

2 But God has breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above

Wings such as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.

3 With these to Pisgah'st top I fly,
And there delighted stand,

* Bph. vi. 16.

+ Deut. iii. 27.

To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promised land.

4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promised it to me,

The length and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can see.

5 How glorious is my pilgrimage! To Thee for help I call;

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I stand upon a mountain's edge;-
Oh! save me, or I fall.

6 Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own:
Then let me tremble at his word,
And none shall cast me down.

HYMN 146.

(L. M. PANCRas.)

The Christian lamenting the remains of sin. 1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, Nor would thy least commandments slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, I mourn the anguish of the bite. 2 But though the poison lurks within, Hope bids me still with patience wait, Till death shall set me free from sin; Free from the only thing I hate.

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3 Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within the breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

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