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O'er every fierce temptation bound,
3 But if from him I turn mine cye, And see the raging floods run high, And feel my fears within,
My focs so strong, my flesh so frail-
4 Lord, I my unbelief confess,
But fix on thee
my steadfast eye, And on thine outstretch'd arm rely, Till all the storm is o'er.
129. The Leper healed. S. M.
MAT. viii. 2 to 4.
BEHOLD the leper comes
2 'O speak the word,' he cries,
'Lord, thou art able, if thou wilt,
3 The Lord in mercy hears;
JESUS, to thée I look, Sick of a worse disease: Sin is my painful malady,
And none can give me ease. 5 But thy Almighty grace
Can heal my lep'rous soul:
PRAISES OF CHRIST.
130. For the Atonement.
When we were yet without strength, in due time CHRIST died for the ungodly.-ROM. v. 6.
O THOU, who didst thy glory leave,
If thou hast bought me with a price,
2 And wast thou punish'd in my stead?
On earth iny Gon vouchsaf'd to dwell,
The suff'rings of the man.
3 Behold him for transgressors given!
4 Ye saints, the man of sorrows bless,
Praise, till, with all the ransom'd throng,
131. For Deliverance from Sin. 8—7—4.
If the Son shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.-
GRACIOUS Lord, my heart is fixed,
Thou hast set the pris'ner free.
2 Lute and harp, awake to praise him! All my pow'rs your tribute bring: Tho' no praise can higher raise him (What can higher raise our King?) Were I silent,
E'en the stones would rise and sing. 3 [Many were the chains that bound me ; But the Lord has loos'd them all: Arms of mercy now surround me: Favours these, nor few nor small; SAVIOUR, keep me:
Keep thy servant lest he fall.]
4 Fair the scene that lies before me,
While he waves his banner o'er me,
I shall live because he lives.
5 When the world would bid me leave
All things else I'd count but dross.
132. For his Excellency. L. M.
How great is his goodness and how great is his beauty !—
GO, worship at IMMANUEL's feet,
Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 2 The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord; Nature to make his beauty known, Must mingle colours not her own.
3 Is he compar'd to Wine or Bread? Lord, may my soul with thee be fed; That flesh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of life, is heavenly wine.
4 Is he a Tree? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves; That righteous branch, that fruitful bough,
Is David's root and offspring too.
5 Is he a Rose? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy, in all her fields: Or, if the Lily he assume,
The vallies bless the rich perfume.
6 IS CHRIST a Vine? His heavenly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: O let a lasting union join
My soul to CHRIST, the living vine!
a John vi. 35; Mat. xxvi. 27.
b Isaiah xi. 1; Rev. xxii. 2, 16.
c Song of Solomon ii. 1.
d John xv. 1.