5 Now in the strength of God I'll go,
In haste to reach that welcome shore,
Where all is happiness-where woe,

And sin, and sorrows are no more.

6 May Jesus own me in that day,
As one belonging to his fold,

Who held, through grace, in wisdom's way,
Ordain'd his glory to behold.

7 The worthy Lamb that shed his blood.
Shall then receive the highest praise;
He brought my wand'ring soul to God,
Angels extol his sov'reign grace!

XV.

Unless thy Law bad been my Delight, I should then have perished in mine Affliction.-Psalm cxix. 92.

1 GOD and his law are my delight,

My glory and my song;

My sure support by day and night,
The pleasure of my tongue.

2 When guilt pursues my troubled breast,
His word I will receive;

He tells me where my faith must rest,
And helps me to believe.

3 When darkness overspreads my mind,
His word supports me still;

I'm there convinc'd that God is kind,
Though I no comfort feel.

4 When sore temptations vex my soul,
I think upon his word;

Some promise then my fears controul,
And leads me to the Lord.

3.When for my sin my heart is broke,
And tears my grief disclose,
Thy word directs me to that Rock
Whence peace and pardon flows.
6 Are my afflictions sharp and long!
Does pain extreme ensue?

God's word I trust his arm is strong,
His wisdom bears me through.

7 Glory to thee, thou God of love,
For favors so divine;

Who taught my thoughts to soar above,
And made these blessings mine.

Had not thy word been my relief,
Had not thy truth sustain‘d,
I must have perish'd in my grief,
No other help remain’d.

XXVI.

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me, shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.—Job x. 2.

1 CONDEMN me not, most gracious God,

Let not thy sore displeasure burn:

Do not destroy me with thy rod,
Nor at my feeble offerings spurn.
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2 Give me the knowledge of my heart,
Release me from this heavy yoke;
Shew me the cause of all my smart,
Why must I bear this cutting stroke?
3 What is it that provokes thine ire!
Is there some idol I must yield?
Sure in my heart some base desire,
Some dreadful evil lies conceal'd.

4 There's surely some beloved sin,

(Could I but find the deadly foe), Has crept, and lurks securely in,

Fain would I mourn and hate it too. 5 Lest it should sink my soul to hell, Search me, O God, in every part; Let not one sin in secret dwell,

Search me and shew me all my heart.

6 Let me be stripp'd of all my pride,
I'll not regard how coarse my fare,
Let me with Christ be crucified,
If but his favor I may share.

7 'Though pinching poverty prevail,

Although the fields should yield no meat, The labor of the olive fail,

If Christ is mine, my joy's complete.

XXVII.

Thou God seest me.-Gen. xvi. 13,

1 THOU God of justice and of grace,
Who would not fear thy name?
Thine omnipresence fills all space,
Thine eyes through nature flame.

2 No secret thought can ever shun
The notice of thine eye;

From thee conceal'd no act be done,
For thou art ever nigh.

3 Thine eye surveys the ground I tread
Whene'er I rove abroad;
Within the curtains of my bed
I lie in sight of God.

4 O be this solemn truth inscrib'd
For ever on my heart!

Lest vile deceit should be imbib'd,
And 1 from truth depart.

5 Give me, O Lord, this holy fear,
For 'tis a gift divine:

The soul that views thee ever near,
No evil can design.

XXVIII.

If his Children forsake my Law, and walk not in my Judg ments, if they break my Statutes, and keep not my Commandments; then will I visit their Transgression with a Rod, and their Iniquity with Stripes.

Nevertheless my Loving-kindness will I not utterly take from him, nor suffer my Faithfulness to fail: My Covenant will I not break, nor alter the Thing that is gone out of my Lips.—Psalm lxxxix. 30—34.

1 WELL may I groan beneath thy stroke,

From whose commands my heart hath stray'd; Lord, I have all thy statutes broke,

Nor have I strictly one obey'd.

2 Although enlighten'd from above,
I've caus'd thy Spirit to depart;
Have sinn'd against both light and love,

Made Jesu's wounds afresh to smart. 3 Where shall I hide my blushing face?

My guilt awakes my grief and fears; How have I sinn'd against thy grace!

My base ingratitude appears.

4 Chasten'd, but not destroy'd, I stand,
Convinc'd my God doth all things well;
I'll kiss the rod, and bless the hand,
That keeps me from the lowest hell.
5 Mercy is mix'd with all my woes,
My heart, rebellious, to subdue:
God no injustice can impose,

View'd with my crimes, his stripes are few.
Though he afflicts, his love is sure,

His cov'nant he will ne'er revoke; His faithfulness is too secure,

To alter what his lips have spoke.

7 While he corrects I'll plead his grace,
His oath confirm'd and seal'd with blood:

Herein my confidence I'll place,

He cannot cease to be my God.

XXIX.

All Things work together for Good to them that love God.
Rom. viii. 28.

1 Orr has my soul in secret bless'd

Affliction's chast'ning rod,

It weans me from the creature's breast,

And brings me near to God.

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