I'd tell Him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain ;

How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.

He knows what arguments I'd take,
To wrestle with my God:
I'd plead for His own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.

My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones :
He takes the meaning of His saints,
The language of their groans.

Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;

He calls me to His throne of grace,
To tell my sorrows there.

HYMN 219.

Name of Jesus.

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.

Dear name, the Rock on which I build

My Shield and Hiding-place;

My never failing Treas'ry, fill'd

With boundless stores of

grace.

;

Jesus ! my Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought:
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

HYMN 220.

Christ the Conqueror.

OH 'tis a sound shall fill the world,
The sound of mercy through the Lamb!
Lo! Satan from his seat is hurl'd,

Unable to withstand His name !
From heav'n like light'ning see him fall,
Struck by the arm that conquers all !

Lord, give the word; and wak'd by Thee,
Let many tongues Thy vict'ry tell;
That hopeless sinners now may see,

That Thou hast vanquish'd death and hell ;
Sound, sound the joyful truth abroad ;
Let sinners now draw nigh to God!

And Thou, victorious Lord, all hail !
Immortal honours shade Thy brow!
When death and hell Thy friends assail,
They find in Thee a refuge now:
Thy name shall furnish them with arms,
And free their soul from all alarms.

HYMN 221.

"Be Thou exalted in the whole earth."

ARM of the Lord, awake! awake!
Put on Thy strength, the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee!

Say to the heathen from Thy throne,
"I am Jehovah, God alone,"
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.

Arm of the Lord, Thy pow'r extend ;
Let Satan's reign of darkness end;
Break superstition's iron chain,
And the proud scoffer's rage restrain.

Let Zion's time of favour come;
O bring the tribes of Israel home;
And let our wand'ring eyes behold,
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold!

Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim
In ev'ry clime, of ev'ry name !
Let adverse pow'rs before Thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.

HYMN 222.

Christ's salvation certain.

SHORTEN'D, O Lord, it cannot be ! That band which plagu'd th' Egyptian

race;

Which brought Thy people through the sea, Which led them through the wilderness; Which hath to us so often giv'n

Drink from the rock, and bread from heav'n :

That hand, which open'd wide mine
eyes;
That hand, which now by faith I see,
Measures the floods, and spans the skies,
And grasps the winds, and covers me!
It brings the blind thro' ways unknown,
It holds, it lifts them to a throne.

Kept by that hand, I cannot fear

Lest earth or hell should pluck me thence ;
I trample on temptation near,
Supported by Omnipotence :

Safe compass'd round, if Christ be mine,
With boundless love, and pow'r divine.

HYMN 223.

Relieving Christ in His poor saints.
JESUS, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete !

How shall I count the matchless sum ?
How pay the mighty debt?

High on a throne of radiant light

Dost Thou exalted shine :

What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are Thine?

But Thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of Thy grace;

And wilt confess their humble names

Before Thy Father's face.

In them Thou may'st be cloth'd and fed,

And visited and cheer'd ;

And in their accents of distress,

My Saviour's voice is heard.

HYMN 224.

Reconciliation.

RAISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth resound the deeds

Almighty grace has done.

Sing how eternal love

Its chief-beloved chose,

And bid Him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

His hand no thunder bears,

Nor terror clothes His brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.

'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by,

When Christ was sent with pardon down
To rebels doom'd to die.

Now sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of His love,
And take the offer'd peace.

HYMN 225.

Stand fast in the faith.

ARE we the soldiers of the cross,

The followers of the Lamb ?

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