XXXV.

ROCK OF AGES.

Words by Rev. Mr. Toplady, Music by Rev. R. Cecil.

1. ROCK of ages rent for me,
Let me hide myself in thee:
Let the water and the blood

From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and

power.

2. Not the labour of my hands
Could fulfil thy just demands;
Could my seal no respite know.
Could my tears for ever flow:
All for sin could not atone:-
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

3. While I draw this fleeting hreath;
When my eyes shall close in death;
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages rent for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee!

XXXVI.

HYMN ON GRACE.

Words (corrected) from the Rev. Dr. Doddrige. Music by Dr. Clarke of Cambridge.

GRACE: hail celestial sound,
Harmonious to the ear!

Heaven to the echo does resound,
And all the earth should hear.

Grace turn'd my wandering feet
To tread the heaven-ward road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While passing on to God.

Grace taught my soul to pray,

And made my eyes o'erflow;

'Twas grace which kept me to this day, And will not let me go.

Lord, let Thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine; May all my powers to Thee aspire, And all my days be thine !

XXXVII.

THIRTEENTH PSALM.

(By Dr. Watts.)

1. HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
Wilt thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray, and be denied?

2. Shall I for ever be forgot

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall
my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return ?

3. How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppress'd; And Satan, my unwearied foe,

Rejoice to see me sunk so low?

4. Hear, Lord; and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief:
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

5. How would the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul were lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.

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6. Whate'er my fears or doubts suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest: My heart shall own thy love and raise My cheerful voice in songs of praise.

XXXVIII.

SEVENTEENTH PSALM.

(Paraphrased by Dr. Watts.)

1. LORD, I am thine: but Thou will prove My faith, my constancy and love: What sinners value I resign,

But 'tis enough if Thou art mine.

2. This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to which we go Hath joys substantial and sincere ;

When shall I wake, and find me there?

3. O glorious hour! O bless'd abode !
I shall be near and like my God!
And Earth and Sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4. My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's welcome sound;
Then burst its chain with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

XXXIX.

EIGHTEENTH PSALM.

Verses 1, 6, 15, 18.

(By Dr. Watts.)

1. THEE will I love, O Lord my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence!
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust;
For I have found salvation thence.

2. Death, and the terrors of the grave Stood round me with their dismal shade ; While floods of high temptations rose, And made my sinking soul afraid.

3. I saw the opening gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they who feel can tell,
And I was hurried to despair.

4. In my distress I call'd "

my God!"

When I could scarce believe him mine: He bow'd his ear to my lament,

Then did his grace appear divine.