But tho' he remain'd on the fhore,
He spent the night for them in pray'r;
They ftill were as fafe as before,
And equally under his care.
2 They ftrove, tho' in vain, for a while,
The force of the waves to withstand;
But when they were weary'd with toil,
They faw their dear Saviour at hand:
They gladly receiv'd him on board,
His prefence their spirits reviv'd,
The fea became calm at his word,
And foon at their port they arriv'd.
3 We, like the difciples, are tofs'd
By ftorms on a perilous deep;
But cannot be poffibly loft,
For Jefus has charge of the fhip:
Tho' billows and winds are enrag'd,
And threaten to make us their sport;
This pilot his word has engag'd
To bring us, in fafety, to port.
4 If fometimes we ftruggle alone,
And he is withdrawn from our view;
It makes us more willing to own
We nothing without him can do:
Then Satan our hopes would affail,
But Jefus is ftill within call;
And when our poor efforts quite fail,
He comes in good time and does all.
5 Yet, Lord, we are ready to shrink,
Unless we thy prefence perceive ;
O fave us, (we cry), or we fink,
We would, but we cannot, believe:
The night has been long and fevere,
The winds and the feas are ftill high,
Dear Saviour, this moment appear,
And fay to our fouls, "It is 1*!"
CXV. Will ye also go away? Chap. vi. 67.➡69. WHEN any turn from Zion's way,
(Alas! what numbers do !)
Methinks I hear my Saviour fay,
"Wilt thou forfake me too?"
2 Ah, Lord with fuch a heart as mine,
Unless thou hold me faft,
I feel I muft, 1 fhall decline,
And prove like them at laft.
3 Yet thou alone haft pow'r, I know,
To fave a wretch like me;
To whom, or whither, could I go,
If I should turn from thee?
4 Beyond a doubt I reft affur'd
Thou art the Chrift of God,
Who haft eternal life fecur'd
By promife and by blood.
The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my cafe ;-
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in thy boundless grace.
6 No voice but thine can give me reft,
And bid my fears depart;
No love but thine can make me blefs'd,
And fatisfy my heart.
7 What anguifh has that queftion stirr'd,.
If I will alfo go?
Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,
I humbly anfwer, No.
CXVI. The Refurrection, and the Life.
Chap. xi. 25.
"I Am (faith Chrift) your glorious head,
(May we attention give),
The refurrection of the dead,
The life of all that live.
2 By faith in me the foul receives
New life, tho' dead before;
And he that in my name believes,
Shall live, to die no more.
3 The finner, fleeping in his grave,
Shall at my voice awake;
And when I once begin to fave,
My work I ne'er forfake."
4 Fulfil thy promife, gracious Lord,
On us affembled here;
Put forth thy Spirit with the Word,
And caufe the dead to hear.
5 Preferve the pow'r of faith alive
In thofe who love thy name;
For fin and Satan daily trive
To quench the facred flame.
6 Thy pow'r and mercy first prevail'd,
From death to fet us free;
And often fince our life had fail'd,
If not renew'd by thee.
7 To thee we look, to thee we bow,
To thee for help we call;
Our life and refurrection thou,
Our hope, our joy, our all,
CXVII. Weeping MARY. Chap. xx. 11.-16.
IMARY to her Saviour's tomb
Hafted at the early dawn;
Spice fhe brought, and sweet perfume;
But the Lord the lov'd was gone.
For a while the weeping stood,
Struck with forrow and turprise,
Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,
For her heart fupply'd her eyes.
2 Jefus, who is always near,
Tho' too often unperceiv'd,
Came, his drooping child to chear,
Kindly afking, Why the griev'd?
Tho' at firft the knew him not,
When he call'd her by her name,
Then her griefs were all forgot,
For fhe found he was the fame.
3 Grief and fighing quickly fled,
When he heard his welcome voice:
Juft before the thought him dead,
Now he bids her heart rejoice.
What a change his word can make,
Turning darkness into day!
You who weep for Jefu's fake,
He will wipe your tears away.
He who came to comfort her,
When the thought her all was loft,
Will for your relief appear,
Though you now are tempeft-tofs'd:
On his word your burden caft,
On his love your thoughts employ;
Weeping for a while may laft,
But the morning brings the joy.
CXVIII. C. Loveft thou Me? Chap. xxi. 16.
HARK, my foul! it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word Jefus fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee; "Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me?
2 I deliver'd thee when bound,
And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wand'ring, fet thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light.
3 Can a woman's tender care
Ceafe towards the child fhe bare?
Yes, fhe 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, ftrong as death. 5 Thou shalt fee my glory foon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of my throne thalt be, Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me!” 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore,
Oh for grace to love thee more!
CXIX. Another.
TIS a point I long to know,
Oft it caufes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, fure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name!
Could my heart fo hard remain,
Pray'r a task and burden prove,
Ev'ry trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love?
When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and fin,
Can I deem myself a child?
5 IfI pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, Is it thus with you?
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