Never to murmur at thy tay, I want a godly fear, I want a true regard, A fingle fteady aim, (Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward) I want a juft concern A pure I want, with all my heart, I want, I know not what I want my wants to fee: XL. Refuge in Trouble. C. M. DEAR EAR Refuge of my weary foul, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, Come, ye finners, poor and wretched Dear Refuge of my weary foul Encourag'd by thy word Faith!-'tis a precious grace Father! how wide thy glory fhines Father, before we hence depart Father of all, in whom alone From heav'n th' loud, th' angelic, &c. Giver of concord, Prince of peace Glory to God on high Go, ye that reft upon the law God of all redeeming grace God, the offended God, moft high God moves in a mysterious way Grace, 'tis a charming found Granted is the Saviour's prayer Great God, this facred day of thine Great God of heav'n and nature, rife Guide me, O thou great Jeho vah Had I ten thousand gifts befide Hail! the day that fees him rife Hark! my foul, it is the Lord Hark, the herald angels fing Hark, the voice of love and mercy Hark, hark! the gofpel trumpet founds He comes, he comes! the Judge severe He dies! the friend of finners dies Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh Holy Ghoft difpel our fadnefs Holy Spirit, thee we pray Holy Lamb! who thee receive To thee, I tell each rifing grief, Haft thou not bid me leek thy face? To breathe my forrows there. XLI. Mary's Choice. L. M. BESEF with fhares on ev'ry hand, In life's uncertain path I ftand; For joys that none can take away. Ꭲ. D. XLII. Chriff's condefcending Regard to SEE Ifrael's gentle thepherd stand "Permit them to approach (he cries) We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, Ye little flock, with pleasure hear: If orphans they are left behind, That care fhall heal our bleeding hearts, F XLIII. Faith. S. M. AITH-'tis a precious grace, It boafts of a celeftial birth, Jefus it owns a King, It claims no merit of its own, D, |