2 And will you doubt your Father's grace,
Because thy Father hides his face?
That soul who mourns his absent God,
Need not to fear a Father's rod.
3 Thy Father is not far from thee;
Turn but thine eyes to Calv'ry's tree,
And there you'll see what he has done,
To save thy soul condemn'd his Son.

4 Though clouds and darkness spread thy mind,
This does not prove thy God unkind;
His love is fix'd, unmoveable,

He has redeem'd thy soul from hell.
5 He hears thy ev'ry groan and sigh,
And he will never let thee die;
'Tis he has put those cries within,
For he has put away thy sin.
6 The work thy Father undertake,
He never, never will forsake;

Thou art redeem'd by precious blood,
Because thou art belov'd of God.

7 Then though thy Father hide his face,
This is made known by special grace;
God's absence never troubles those,
But such as God himself has chose.
8 Though all may now be dead within,
And you bow'd down with guilt and sin,
The Lord is pleas'd to make you groan,
That you might trust in him alone.

Faith Triumphant over Nature;-The Weak made Strong by the Mighty God of Jacob.

I can do all things, through Christ strengthening me. Phil. iv. 13.

1 As Jesus died for me,

What have I to fear?

My God has upheld me
For many a year.

I've trusted his promise,
I'll trust him again;

For none ever trusted
In Jesus in vain.

2 I know Christ died for me,
For I die to sin,

Although I still feel

The sad plague sore within;
My old filthy nature

No better at all,
I still feel the poison
I got by the fall.

3 Though I can do nothing,
My God knows 'tis true,
Yet I can do all things,

When Christ is in view;
And when Jesus draws me,
I then run a-pace,

I know I am saved,

But wholly of grace.

4 The blood of atonement Is all I can plead;

I look to my Jesus,

And then I succeed;
For I have no merit,

I'm a poor helpless man;

But Jesus died for me,

And finish'd the plan.

5 Though I am by nature Not mended at all,

I feel I am wholly

Undone by the fall;

But God in his mercy,
Before Adam fell,

Put my name in the book,
And preserv'd me from hell.

6 All hail, blessed Jesus,
Who paid off my score!

The law of Jehovah

Can ask nothing more;
The price was his blood,

And his blood he paid down,
And thus a poor beggar

Is made heir to a crown.

They shall be mine in the day when I make up my Jewels. Malichi iii. 17.

1 THEY shall be mine at that tremendous day:
Rejoice, my soul, hear what the Father say,
Believe it and rejoice;

My ransom'd ones before my throne shall stand,
And all my jewels I'll place at my right hand,
The people of my choice.

2 All that the Father, God Jehovah, chose,
Though earth, and sin, and hell, their souls oppose,
He'll bring them safely through;

1

They shall be mine, the Lord himself declare:
Where is the sinner then that need despair,
With Calvary in view?

3 The Father gave those jewels to his Son,
And Christ has paid the price of ev'ry one,
This price was his own blood:

Father, I will that those thou gavest me,
All those I paid for on the bloody tree,
May dwell with me, their God.
4 They shall be mine, and all the world shall see
Those jewels I once paid for on the tree,
And bought them with my blood:

Come now, ye ransom'd chosen jewels, come;
Come all ye souls I gave unto my Son,

Ye favourites of God.

5 They shall be mine, I'll own them at that day;
I've often heard them groan and try to pray,
But could not speak a word;

I knew their hearts, I knew what was within,
I knew how they were plagued to death with sin,
And cried unto the Lord.

6 They shall be mine, it is my firm decree,
To save the souls Christ died for on the tree;
In him they are complete,

Their debts are paid, there's nothing more to pay,
Christ is to them the Life, the Truth, the Way,
They are his ransom'd sheep.

The Goodness of the Lord, known, seen, and felt. The Lord is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and blessed are all they that put their trust in him. Nah. i.7. 1 THE Lord is good, but ah! how good, That sinner best can tell,

That sees and feels that special grace
That rescues him from hell.

2 Good in his purposes of grace,
In saving ruin'd man :

The angels would have never thought
Of such a glorious plan.

3 Good to provide a Ransomer

For Adam's ruin'd race:

O what a glorious sound to hear,
Salvation all of grace.

4 Good to put down my worthless name,
To be redeem'd by blood,

And put his merits down as mine,
This proves the God of love.

5 Good to give up his only Son
To live and die for me;

The angels wonder at the sight,
The God Man on the tree.

6 Herein was love surpassing thought,
Surpassing angels' scan:

Well may redeemed sinners sing
Hosannas to the Lamb

7 Who finished redemption work,

Which reach'd my wretched case:

The air we breathe is not more free
Than are the gifts of grace.

Happy is that Man who is taught of God to pray. They shall call upon my name, and I will hear them. Zechariah xiii. 9.

1 AH! could this world afford us peace,
How seldom should we think of pray'r;

For man will never go to God,
Until he sinks in self despair.

2 When all man's fancied props give way,
When ev'ry brook and stream gets dry,
When all his look'd.for helpers fail,

Then to his God he's forc'd to cry. 3 Why will the great Jehovah hear

A poor distressed sinner's pray'r?
Because before the sinner cries,

God by his Spirit has been there.
4 That man whom God instructs to pray,
That finds his way to mercy's door,
God draws the man, and then he goes,
He prays, who never pray'd before.

5 O God, be merciful to me!

A pray'r that reach'd Jehovah's ear:
Go, poor distressed sinner, go,

At mercy's door there's nought to fear. 6 God has decreed in his own plan,

His children shall obey his call;

He puts the cry into their souls,
Or they would never cry at all.