The Mercy Seat.
1 From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
"Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all beside more sweet-
It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat.
3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with
friend;
Tho' sunder'd far-by faith they meet
Around one common Mercy Seat.
4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed,
Or how the host of hell defeat
Had suffering saints no Mercy Seat.
5 There! there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to
greet,
And glory crowns the Mercy Seat.
Retirement and meditation.
1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with
earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth!
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy voice of love can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes
drawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
Not asham'd of Jesus.
1 Jesus, and shall it ever be
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glory shines through endless
days!
Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
2 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon :
'Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright morning-Star bids darkness flee.
Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend!
No when I blush-be this my shame,
That I no more adore his name.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
His institutions will I prize,
Take up the cross, the shame despise
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.
Afflicted Saint.
1 Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near,
Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear,
His faithful word declares to thee,
That as thy days thy strength shall be
Let not thy heart despond and say,
"How shall I stand the trying day?"
He has engag'd by firm decree,
That as thy days, thy strength shall be
with-2 Thy fa..h is weak, thy foes are strong
And though the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee,
For as thy days, thy strength shall be.
Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name;
In fiery trials thou shalt see,
That as thy days thy strength shall be.
3 When call'd to bear the weighty cross
Of sore affliction, pain or loss;
Or deep distress, or poverty,
Still as thy days, thy strength shall be.
When ghastly death appears in view,
Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue,
He comes to set thy spirit free,
1 I'm glad I ever saw the day
We met to sing, and preach, and pray;
Here's glory, glory, in my soul,
Which makes me praise my Lord
2 I hope to praise him when I rise, And shout salvation through the skies; Sing glory, glory, in the air,
Meet all my Father's children there.
And as thy days, thy strength shall be.
STAR OF BETHLEHEM. (BONNIE DOON.)
1. When marshalled on the night ly plain, A
8 Once on the raging seas I rode;
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering
bark.
4 Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death struck, I ceased the tide to stem:
When suddenly a star arose,
I was the star of Bethlehem.
5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger's
thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever, and forever more,
The star, the star of Bethlehem.
Power of Prayer.
1 What various hindrances we meet, In coming to a mercy seat!
12 My best Beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light in worlds unknown;
But he descends and shews his face
In the young gardens of his grace.
3 In vineyards planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand,
He feeds among the spicy beds,
Where lilies show their spotless heads.
4 He hath engross'd my warmest love
I have a mansion in his heart,
No earthly charms my soul can move;
Nor death, nor hell shall make us part.
5 He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are; No chariot of Aminidab,
The heav'nly rapture can describe
6 O may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall make my Jast remove,
Yet who, that knows the worth of To dwell forever with my love.
Christ Commended.
1 When strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone they fain would know,
That they may seek and love him too.
And Zion was our mournful theme.
Our harps that, when with joy we strung.
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung,
On willow-trees that wither'd there.
2 Then they that led us captive, said,
Come sing us one of Zion's songs;
Nor Jacob's God avenged our wrongs.
And of our griefs derision made,
How can we sing on Babel's shore,
Where songs profane offend the ear;
Where strangers idol gods adore,
And hateful images appear?
3 If I forget Jerusalem,
Although she now in ruin lies,
Let every object cease to charm,
Then cleave my tongue, and close my
eyes.
O could I see the house of God,
Whose sacred ashes bleach the plains,
Once more my brethren's bless'd abode,
There would I dwell while life remains.
love religion's blessed cause;
love to watch, I love to pray; I love the crown, I love the
ove to praise my heavenly King; I love my Lord, I know I
Blessing God for his goodness.,
1 Bless, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.
2 Biess, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath
Be lost in silence and forgot? [wrought,
3 'Tis he, my soul, who sent his Sou
To die for crimes which thou hast done,
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
4 Praise Him in grateful, cheerful songs,
To him your highest praise belongs;
Bless him who does your heav'n prepare,
And Him you'll praise forever there.
Opening of worship.
1 Great God! before thy throne we bow,
In humble praise-in humble prayer;
O let thy Spirit's influence now
Descend on all assembled here.
2 Diffuse thy love and peace abroad,
Bid worldly cares and follies flee,
While in thy house, O Lord, our God,
We dedicate ourselves to thee.
3 An offering poor-yet thou wilt own
The humble and the contrite heart,
That meekly worships at thy throne,
Nor would from thy commands depart.
4 Accept the humble strains we raise
And when our Sabbaths here decay,
O may they rise in loftier praise,
Through an eternal Sabbath day.
THE DECISION. L. M.
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