III.

Ye fearful faints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and fhall break,
In bleffings on your head.

IV.

Judge not the Lord by feeble fense,
But truft Him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a fmiling face.

V.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding ev'ry hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But fweet will be the flow'r.

VI.

Blind unbelief is fure to err,
And fcan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

CXXII. Goodness in Redemption admired.

P. M.

I.

THOU God of my falvation,
My Redeemer from all fin;

Mov'd by thy divine compaffion,
Who haft dy'd my heart to win;
I will praise Thee—

Where fhall I thy praise begin?

II.

While the angel-choirs are crying
Glory to the great I AM;"

I with them would be afcribing "Glory, glory to the Lamb!" Oh! how precious

Is the found of Jefu's name!

III.

Now I fee with joy and wonder
Whence the healing streams arofe;
Angels' minds are loft to ponder
Dying love without a caufe:
Yet a bleffing

Down to finners now it flows.

IV.

May this fet our fouls on fire, Cause to glow the flame of love; Higher, let us mount ftill higher, Waiting for our bleft remove: Then we'll praise Thee,

In the brighter realms above.

CXXIII. Souls attracted by a crucified Sa

B

viour. S. M. D.

I.

EHOLD the Prince of Life
Nail'd to th' uplifted wood;

His temples twin'd with rugged thorns,
His body bath'd in blood!

But from this dreadful scene

What joys and glories rife!
For by this cross fhall finners live,
By this afcend the skies.

II.

This crofs a magnet proves, That fhall attract mankind; Here God appears fupremely juft; And here fupremely kind:

When fceptres, crowns, and thrones Melt in th' unbounded flame, Heav'n fhall the wonders of the cross In endless praise proclaim.

TH

CXXIV. The Promifes. L. M.

I.

'HE promife is my joy and fong;
'Tis rich and full, 'tis firm and strong;

It answers all the finner's needs,
And far his fcanty thoughts exceeds.

II.

And yet my weak and doubtful mind
To unbelief is ftill inclin'd;

For though the word of grace is free,
I often fear 'tis not for me.

III.

O could I with a fteady faith,
Believe what God my Father faith,
Then fhould I glorify him more,
And his unbounded grace adore!

IV.

How should I trust my heav'nly friend,
And on his faithful word depend!
Then could I fearless view the grave,
And death himself no fting would have.

V.

This faith would chear my gloomy way,
And turn my darkness into day;
And ftill my conftant aim would be,
My God, to live or die to Thee.

CXXV. The fame. P. M.

I.

Which fov'reign love hath fpoke;

Nor will th' eternal King
His words of grace revoke;

They ftand fecure,

And fledfaft ftill;
Not Zion's Hill

Abides fo fure.

II.

The mountains melt away
When once the Judge appears,
And fun and moon decay,
That measure mortals' years;
But ftill the fame,

In radiant lines,
The promise fhines
Through all the flame.

III.

Their harmony shall sound

Through mine attentive ears, When thunders cleave the ground, And diffipate the spheres;

'Midst all the shock

Of that dread fcene,