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Salvation to the dying Man,
And to the rising God!

And while thy bleeding glories here
Engage our wondering eyes,

We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

XXIX.-EXHORTATION TO PRAYER.

What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.

While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they failed
That moment Amalek prevailed.

Have you no words? Ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me."

XXX.-THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD

The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;

Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

A glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,

It gives, but borrows none.

The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;

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A beam of day, that shines for me,
To save me from despair.

Forerunner of the sun,

It marks the pilgrim's way;

I'll gaze upon it while I ran,
And watch the rising day.

XXXIII.—THE WAITING SOUL.l

Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;

Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!

I wish, Thou knowest, to be resigned,
And wait with patient hope;

But hope delayed fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.

Help me to reach the distant goal;

Confirm my feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul

That faints for love of thee!

Cold as I feel this heart of mine,

Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine

Within, however low.

I seem forsaken and alone,

I hear the lion roar;
And every door is shut but one,

And that is mercy's door.

There, till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;

And when he calls his exile home,
The Lord shall find him there.

XXXIV.-SEEKING THE BELOVED.

To those who love the Lord I speak;

Is my beloved near?
The bridegroom of my soul I seek,

Oh, when will he appear?

Though once a man of grief and shame,

Yet now he fills a throne,
And bears the greatest, sweetest name,

That earth or heaven have known.

1 This Hymn, which has not been marked as Cowper's in the Olney Collection and consequently not included in any edition of his works, is here restored to him on the authority of Mrs. Johnson, the widow of his excellent kinsman.

Grace flies before, and love attends

His steps where'er he goes;
Though none can see him but his friends,

And they were once his foes.

He speaks ;—obedient to his call

Our warm affections move:
Did he but shine alike on all,

Then all alike would love.

Then love in every heart would reign,
And war would cease to roar;

And cruel and blootl-thirsty men
Would thirst for blood no more.

Such Jesus is, and such his grace;

Oh, may he shine on you!
And tell him, when you see his face,

I long to see him too.

XXXV.-LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS.
God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.

XXXVI. -WELCOME CROSS.
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,

But the Saviour's power to know,

Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,

This is happiness to me.

God in Israel sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds

Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,

Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there.

Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear

I should prove a cast-away?
Bastards may escape the rod,

Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God

Must not,—would not, if he might.

XXXVII.—AFFLICTIONS SANCTIFIED BY THE WORD.

Oh, how I love thy holy word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day.

What are the mines of shining wealth,
The strength of youth, the bloom of health I
What are all joys compared with those
Thine everlasting Word bestows!

Long unafflicted, undismayed,
In pleasure's path secure I strayed;
Thou madest me feel thy chastening rod,
And straight I turned unto my God.

What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I blessed thine hand that caused the smart:
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But saved me from eternal woe.

Oh ! hadst thou left me unchastised,
Thy precepts I had still despised;
And still the snare in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betrayed.

I love thee, therefore, O my God,
And breathe towards thy drear abode;

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