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292. Whence coineth Temptation ?
to you.-James i. 13; iv. 7.
293. Repent: for why will ye die ?(s. M.)
The Saviour kindly saith
And whispers in His Word, Arise, and put not off till death,
But haste ye to the Lord.
And if you know not how
The Lord would have you run, Leave off your sins-amend e'en now,
The evils you have done.
. And if you would repent,
Pluck sin up by the root,
To bring forth worthy fruit.
294. How and where shall we be safe? Br sober, be vigilant ; Because your adversary the devil, as a roar
ing lion, Walketh about, seeking whom he may
devour: Whom resist, stedfast in the faith.
An highway shall be there, and a way, And it shall be called The way of holiness; The unclean shall not pass over it : No lion shall be there, Nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon; But the redeemed shall walk there.
i Peter v. 8, 9; Isaiah xxxv. 8, 9.
295.Not joyous at present, but grievous.(7's.)
Folly in a child is bound,
Oh, if children did but know,
To escape eternal loss. 296.
The Bondage of Sin. (c. m.) WHEN we were brought to Christ at first
We promised to repent,
To save our souls was sent.
We cannot be forgiven ;
We cannot enter heaven.
How can we say we grieve ?
Will try all sin to leave.
The Saviour had to die,
SICKNESS AND SORROW. 297. The Sick Child's Hymn. (L. M.)
O HEAVENLY Father, hear my cry,
O grant me an obedient mind,
I'll try to love and praise Thee still. 298. Hezekiah's Hymn after Sickness. I said I shall go to the gates of the
grave : O Lord, I am oppressed ; | under take •
for me. What'| shall · I say : He hath both spoken unto me, and Him
self · hath I do.ne it. I shall go softly | all • my / years : In the bitter · niess of my soul. O Lord, by these things • men | live : And in all these things is the life of m y So wilt Thou recover me, and make me
to | live : For Thou hast cast all my | sins.be bind,
thy | back. The living the living : He shall praise Thee, I as I do this day.
Isaiah xxxviii. 10-19.
299. God heareth a Child's Cry. (7's.)
0, My Saviour, Thou didst heal
300. Be not far from me, O Lord. (c. M.) O Lord, how gracious is thine ear
To listen to our grief ;
And Thou canst send relief.
Our cottages of clay ;
And moulder fast away.