His loving heart is still
Eternally

the same :
My soul thro' many changes goes ;

His love no variation knows. 3 Thou, Lord, wilt carry on,

And perfectly perform
The work, thou hast begun
In me a sinful worm :
Midft all my fears, and fin and woe. :

Thy spirit will not let me go 4 The bowels of thy grace

At first did freely move :
I still shall see thy face,
And feel that God is love,
Myself into thy arms I caft ;
Lord, fave, O save my foul at last.
HYMN CLVI. Ę. M. [RIPPoN's coll.]

The Loving Kindness of the Lord Jesus. • ! AWAKE my soul, in joyful lays,

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise : He justly claims a song from me,

His loving kindness, O how free! 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall,

Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ;
He fav'd me from my loft estate,

His loring kindness, how great! 3 Tho'num'rous hofts of mighty foes,

Tho' earth, and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving kindness, O how rong!

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,

Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
He near my soul has always stood,

His loving kindness, O how good! 5 Often I feel my finful heart,

Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But tho' I have him oft forgos,

His loving kindness changes not.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,

Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail
Oh! may my last expiring breath,

His loving kindness fing in death.
i Then let me mount and soar away,

To the bright world of endless day;
And fing with rapture, and surprise,
His loving kindness, in the skies.
HYMN CLVII. C. M.' (WATTS.]

Begotten again unto a lively Hope. i BLESSD be the everlasting God,

The : Be his abounding mercy prais'd,

His majetty ador'd.
2 When from the dead he rais'd his Song

And call'd him to the sky,
He
gave

our souls a lively hope,
That they should never die.
3 What tho' our inbred fins require

Our flesh to see the dust,
Vet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his foll'wrs must.

4 There's an inheritance divine

Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,

And cannot waste away.
5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept,

"Till the salvation come :
We walk by faith, as ftrangers here,
*Till Christ shall call us home.

L. M.

HYMN CLVIII.

[RIPPON'S COLL] The Hope, which is the Anchor of the Souls

GOD, my Sun, thy blissful rays

Irradiate, warm, and guide my heart! How dark, how mournful are my days,

If thy enliv'ning beams depart!
2 Scarce thro' the shades, a glimpse of day,

Appears to these defiring eyes !
But shall my drooping fpirit say,

The cheerful morn will never rise ? 5 O let me not despairing mourn,

Tho' gloomy darknefs Spreads the sky;
My glorious fun will yet return,
And

night with all its horrors fly. 40 for the bright, the joyful day,

When hope shall in assurance die !
So tapers lose their feeble ray,
Beneath the sun's refulgent eye.
HYMN CLIX. L. M. (STEELE.]

In Hope, Hoping against Hope.
HY sinks my weak defponding mind! ?
Why heaves my heart the anxious figh?

Can sov'reign goodness be unkind ? ..

Am I not safe if God is nigh :
2 He holds all nature in his hand :

That gracious hand on which I live,
Does life, and time, and death command,

And has inmortal joys to give.
3 'Tis he supports this fainting frame,

On him alone my hopes recline ;
The wond'rous glories of his name,

How wide they spread! how bright they shine! 4 Infinite wisdom ! boundiefs pow'r !

Unchanging faithfulness and love !
Here let me trust, while I adore,

Nor‘from my refuge e'er remove. 5 My God, if thou art mine indeed,

Then I have all my heart can crave ;
A present help in times of need,

Still kind to hear, and strong to save. 6 Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord,

And ease the sorrows of my breast ;
Speak to my heart the healing word,
That thou art mine ; and I am bleft.

HYMN CXL. S. M. [BEDDOME.]
Jesus, the Author, and finisher of Faith.
AITH ! 'tis a precious grace, ,

Where'er it is bestow'd !
It boasts of a celestial birth,

And is the gift of God! 2. Jesus it owns a king,

An'all atoning Priest,

It claims no merit of its own,

But looks for all in Chrilt. 3 To him it leads the fouls,

When filled with deep distress;
Flies to the fountain of his blood,

And trusts his righteousness. 4 Since 'tiś thy work alone,

And that divinely free ;
Lord, fend the spirit of tby Son,
To work this faith in me.

HYMN CLXI. c. m. [DODDRIDGE.]

Chrift, Precious to them that Believe. í JESUS, I love thy charming name,

'Tis musick to my ear ; Fain, would I found it out so loud,

That earth and heav'n might hear. & Yes, thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to thee are gaudy toys,

And gold, is fordid duft.
8 All my capacious pow'rs can wish

In thee, doth richly meet ;
Nor to my eyes is light so deat,

Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace frall dwell upon my heart,

And shed its fragrance there ;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath!