3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely prest;

By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, shelter'd near thy side,
İ may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, "Thou hast dy'd," 5 Oh wond'rous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame; That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name, 6"Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, My promis'd grace receive!" 'Tis Jesus speaks-1 must, I will, I can, I do believe.

47. Rest for weary Souls.

i DOES the gospel word proclaim
Rest for those who weary be *
Then, my soul, put in thy claim,
Sure that promise speaks to thee:
Marks of grace I cannot shew,
All polluted is my best;
Yet I weary am I know,

And the weary long for rest.

2 Burden'd with a load of sin,
Harass'd with tormenting doubt;
Hourly conflicts from within,
Hourly crosses from without;
All my little strength is gone,
Sink I must without supply;
Sure upon the earth is none
Can more weary be than I.
3 In the ark, the weary dovet
Found a welcome resting place;

Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in Christ, the ark of
grace!
Tempest-toss'd I long have been,
And the flood increases fast;
Open, Lord, and take me in,
Till the storm be overpast.
4 Safely lodg'd within thy breast,
What a wond'rous change I find!
Now I know thy promis'd rest
Can compose a troubled mind:
You that weary are like me,
Hearken to the gospel call;
To the ark for refuge flee,
Jesus will receive you all!

48. The Voice of Christ. 1 THE voice of my Beloved sounds

Over the rocks and rising grounds; O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief, He leaps, he flies to my relief. 2 Now thro' the veil of flesh I see, With eyes of love he looks on me; Now in the gospel's clearest glass, He shews the beauties of his face. 9 Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rise, saith my Lord, and come away, "No mortal joys are worth thy stay." 4 Lo! Glad I come; and thou blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am;

Nothing but sin I thee can give,
Nothing but love shall I receive.

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49. The Same.

1 HARK! my soul, it is the Lord!
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;

Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me!

2 I deliver'd thee when bound,
And when wounded, heal'd thy wound
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4 Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint ;
Yet I love thee, and adore,
O for grace to love thee more!..

50.

Christ precious to a Believer.

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name,

'Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish,
In thee most richly meet;

Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 O may thy grace still cheer 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;
When speechless, clasp thee in my arms;
My joy in life and death!

51. Praise to Christ.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2" Worthy the Lamb that dy'd,” they cry, To be exalted thus;

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For he was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
5 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of him, that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

52. The Name of Jesus.

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear;

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

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis Manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place;

With boundless stores of grace.
4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain,
Altho' with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a child.

5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King;11 My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I brings

ord s 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, bak And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou arti I'll praise thee as I ought, vd de 7 'Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath;