11 No, he was born to save Jehovah's choice;
Well might the shepherds at his birth rejoice,
They knew for what he came,

To finish that great work he undertook,
To save each soul that's written in the book,
He knows them all by name.

12 For what did Jesus die, but to redeem?
This was Jehovah's own eternal scheme,
To save the chosen race:

I'll trust my all with him who died for me,
And carry all my guilt to Calvary,

And triumph in his grace.

13 Sweet Babe of Bethlehem, I hail thy birth; There's none but saved sinners know thy worth, Thou art the King of glory;

From Mary's womb thou trav'ledst to the tree,
And there didst pay the mighty debt for me,
O what a blessed story.

14 Shall I be dumb to celebrate thy name?
No, I would spread from pole to pole thy fame,
And tell to all around,

It was poor Mary's Son, that Nazarene,
Who once was born his people to redeem,
This is the joyful sound.

15 Then go ye heralds, preach his precious name,
Altho' ten thousand say you are to blame,
Regard not what they say;
In man's redemption Christ is all in all,
And those who stood in him before the fall
Will stand in that great day:
16 O may I stand amongst that blessed throng,
To sing that sweet, that everlasting song,
Redemption full and free!

Methinks I'll raise the highest notes of all,
To him who lov'd me when in Adam's fall,
Jesus, that loved me.

New Year's Morning, 1817,

1 ANOTHER year has run its rapid round, And I a sinner still on praying ground;

Still hoping, looking to the throne of grace, And sometimes wish the wheels to mend their pace. 2 Farewell old year, with all its troubles gone; God make the next a more propitious one;

Hail new year's morn, the new year's day appear; Lord, guide, and guard, and bless me thro' this year. 3 If tribulation's path I have to tread,

My God has promis'd water, yes, and bread;
If fortune frown, let but my Jesus smile,
And I'll not covet corn, nor wine, nor oil.
4 How many years the Lord has been my stay,
How many times he's help'd me by the way,
How many times when overwhelm'd with grief,
The Lord has stepped in for my relief.

5 Look back, my soul, the Lord has been thy friend,
He's brought the last year's troubles to an end;
Then what's to come, Lord give me strength to bear,
And at thy feet to cast my ev'ry care.

6 And as I live to hail this new year's day,
O bless my soul by teaching me to pray,
O teach my soul what God for me has done
Before the birth of time in God the Son.
7 Before that rising sun begun its blaze,
The angelic host was fill'd with vast amaze,
The seals were broke, that secret so profound
Was echo'd, for a Ransomer is found.

8 Before the birth of time God laid his plan,
That God incarnate should redeem lost man;
To God his own elect were ever dear,

With this sweet theme begin this new-born year.

9 Altho' man's life is but a life of trouble,

And he who gains the most gains but a bubble,

Made up of hours, and days, and months, and years, Man's life is little else but groans and tears. 10 Suppose it reach to three score years and ten, How soon we finish such a little span,

The time ordain'd, the appointed time of death, Beyond it none can draw a single breath. 11 And yet I live, and shall I ask for why? "Till God permit a sparrow cannot die; I live in him who once was crucified, And live I shall, because my Surety died. 12 Then hail this new-born year that's just begun, I care not much how fast thy minutes run; May each succeeding day throughout this year Make Christ as my Inheritance more dear. 13 Then as my days roll round, and weeks pass by, O may I feel a God of promise nigh,

That as my burden so my strength may be,
Persuaded Jesus liv'd and died for me.

14 Lord, grant that light divine may shine more clear, That this may be a blessed happy year,

For many days last year I had no sun,

Lord shine more constant through this now begun. 15 How many days I pass'd in doubts and fears, How many times I've found relief by tears, How many times bow'd down with anxious care, How many times I mop'd in sad despair.

16 How many times I thought all things were wrong, Like those in Babylon I had no song,

My harp upon the willows often hung,

Then I for God had neither heart nor tongue. 17 Sometimes I found the world a cruel snare, Its smiles, alas! did but increase my care;, Poor fickle world, thou canst afford no pleasure, Go fickle world, thou art a fickle treasure. 18 Good bye old year, thou art for ever gone, I now anticipate a better one;

Lord, grant some token on this new year's day, And take my wherefores, ifs, and buts, away, 19 And let me know that Jesus is my Potion, And lead me safe towards the land of Goshen, That promis'd land, 'tis there I long to be, And hail my everlasting day of jubilee. 20 'Till then, O Jesus, keep me day by day, To trust my all with thee, my hope, my way; The world may frown or smile if thou art near, O smile on my poor soul throughout this year. 21 And when my days, and weeks, and months are o'er, And I shall hail a new year's day no more, But bid farewell to all terrestrial joys, And take my place in everlasting joys. 22 With views like these may I march on my way, For all is safe, for Christ has won the day, The work he has begun he will complete, They must be safe whom God engage to keep. 23 Then should the wheels of time go faster still, To stop one wheel, alas! I have no will; Run round ye wheels with a redoubled pace, And bring me where the song is all of grace. 24 For many years the Lord has held my hand, Another year's begun, and yet I stand, And stand I shall, in spite of sin and hell, Since God incarnate has done all things well. 25 The work Christ undertook himself completed, The pow'rs of hell are nonplus'd and defeated; To him who liv'd, and died, and lives for me, Be glory given thro' eternity.

I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hebrews ziii. 5. 1 GOD never will forsake

The weakest bruised reed;

The smallest effort faith can make
Is certain to succeed.

2 The smallest grain of faith ·Comes from the fountain head; There can't be faith within the soul That is both blind and dead. 3 Then if I see at all,

"Tis God that makes me see, Since all the efforts nature makes Can never set me free. 4 No, 'Tis almighty grace, There's nothing else will do To save my soul from death and hell, And bring me safely through. 5 Jehovah has engag'd

That

To conquer ev'ry foe

may assault his chosen sheep, Because he made them so. 6. Then hide thyself, free-will, And boast thy pow'r no more; When Jesus seeks his people out, They lie at hell's dark door. 7 And there they'd ever lie, Insensible as steel;

'Till light break in upon the soul,
The dead can never feel.

8 Then let me ask my soul,
What has God done for me?

Ten thousand storms from sin and hell
The Lord has set me free.

.9 I struggled hard in sin,
And lov'd my bondage well;

Had not Jehovah lov'd my

soul,

I'd sin'd and sin'd to hell.

10 By nature still as bad,

I'm prone to ev'ry ill,

I'm but a lump of wretchedness,
A helpless sinner still.`