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(L. M. MONTGOMERY.) The misery of contending with Christ. 1 IN vain the Saviour's mightiest foes Conspire his kingdom to oppose, Crush'd like the potter's brittle store, And scatter'd, to unite no more. 2 Sinners! awake: ye fools! be wise; From sin's delusive dreams arise; Behold your Saviour, seek his face, And kiss the sceptre of his grace :3 O,-lest ye perish from the way
That leads to realms of endless day;
His wrath the guilty soul arrest,
(L. M. NANTWICH.)
1 O GOD! how endless is thy love!
2 Thou spread'st the curtain of the night, Great Guardian of our sleeping hours! Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all our drowsy powers.
3 Thine arm sustain'd us while we slept,
And still we breathe our wonted breath.
(C. M. TRURO.)
The Christian rejoicing in God.
1 O LORD! the Guardian of my life!
Thou, who dost keep thy saints from harm,
2 While worldly minds impatient grow,
3 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
4 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, And take my needful rest;
No other guard, O Lord! I need,
The Christian communing with himself, v. 4.
2 O Thou, great God! whose piercing eye
4 Then let the comforts of thy love,
(C. M. BEDFORD.)
The folly of the men of this world. v. 6.
1 IN vain the thoughtless world enquires, Forgetful of their God,
"Who shall supply our vast desires, "Or shew us any good?"
2 From scene to scene through all the earth Their eager wishes rove,
In search of honour, wealth, and mirth, The idols of their love.
3 But oft these shadowy joys elude
4 From this vain world, Lord! wean our love
(P. M. SANCTUARY.)
'God's delight only in those that serve Him. 1 ON Thee, O God of purity!
We wait for hallowing grace:
The glories of thy face.
2 Behold us, Lord! with humble fear, Approach thy temple's gate,
Though most unworthy to draw near,
But trusting in thy boundless grace,
We worship in thy holy place,
3 Lead us in all thy righteous ways;
No more to sin, Lord! let us yield,
And kept and cover'd with the shield
(c. M. HARLEY.)
Sinners deprecating the wrath of God.
I In tender mercy, not in wrath,
The wounds thy Spirit has unclosed,
3 Oppress'd with Satan's galling yoke, Must we for ever mourn?
And wilt Thou not at length, O God!
4 Oh! come with speed, ere life expire,
5 Why should our souls distrust thy grace,
(c. M. OTFORD.)
The wonders of creation and redemption. 1 O LORD! how glorious is thy name, Above the highest heaven !