2 Provoked, thou didst not quite depart, But further yet thy Spirit tried, Shewed me the evil of my heart,

Its stubborness, deceit, and pride! While still I cast thy grace away, And would not, when I might, obey. 3 Long in a tempted state forlorn,

Thou hast my kind supporter been: Thou madest me at times to mourn, To feel that all my heart is sin: My depth of unbelief to prove, And groan beneath thy humbling love.

4 I now thy love's design perceive;

He to myself that love hath shewn, Thou didst in love thy servant leave,

To come again and claim thine own ; To save when all my griefs were past, And do me endless good at last.

PART III.

HYMNS SUITED TO SEASONS OF SEVERE SUFFERING,

MENTAL OR BODILY.

LXXXVI.

"My words shall not pass away."—Matt. xxiv. 35.

1 The moon and stars shall lose their light; The sun shall sink in endless night; Both heaven and earth shall pass away; The works of nature all decay ;

2 But they who in the Lord confide,
And shelter in his wounded side,
Shall see the danger overpast,
Out-live each storm, and reign at last.

3 What thou hast said must be fulfilled,
O God of truth! on this we build:
Thy word shall stand, thy truth prevail,
And not one jot or tittle fail.

LXXXVII.

"My sheep hear my voice, and they shall never perish; neither shall any pluck them out of my hand."John x. 27, 28.

1 Clouds and darkness round about thee For a season veil thy face,

Still I trust and cannot doubt thee,
Jesus! full of truth and grace,
Resting on thy words I stand,
None shall pluck me from thy hand.

2 Oh, rebuke me not in anger!
Suffer not my faith to fail!
Let not pain, temptation, languor
O'er my struggling heart prevail !
Holding fast thy word I stand,
None shall pluck me from thy hand.

3 In my heart thy words I cherish,
Though unseen, thou still art near;
Since thy sheep shall never perish,
What have I to do with fear?
Trusting in thy word I stand,

None shall pluck me from thy hand.

LXXXVIII.

"Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul." Heb. vi. 19.

1 Hope is the anchor of the soul;

It enters that within the vail;

And though the waves of trouble roll,
The anchor holds and will not fail.

2 The night is dark, the sea runs high; The mast before the tempest bends; A shore bestrewed with wrecks is nigh, And on the anchor all depends!

3 The vessel drifts, if that give way, And founders on the fatal shore,

Where death and night maintain their sway

Where light and love are seen no more.

4 At such a time, in such a state,
A single anchor holding all,
No wonder if our fear be great!
No wonder if our hope be small !

5 But one sweet word dispels our fear, The word of "Him who cannot lie;"

His truth is pledged, his power is near;
His truth and power all ills defy.

6 Hope, O my soul, thine anchor is,
Both sure and steadfast; be thou
strong!

The word that makes thee bold is HIS,
Who reigns yon shining host among.

LXXXIX.

"Wherein God, willing more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of promise the immutability of his counsel, confirmed it by an oath: that by two immutable things, (the oath and promise) in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us."-Heb. vi. 17, 18.

1 How oft have sin and Satan striven

To rend my soul from thee, my God! But thou a covenant sure hast given,

And Jesus seals it with his blood.

2 The oath and promise of the Lord

Join to confirm the wondrous grace: Eternal power performs the word, And fills all heaven with endless praise.