XLIII. Oh that I were as in months past! Chap. xxix. 2.
1 SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood Apply'd, to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, His praises tun'd my tongue; And when the ev'ning shades prevail'd, His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, And lean'd upon his arm.
4 In pray'r my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine.
5 Then to his saints I often spoke, Of what his love had done; But now my heart is almost broke, For all my joys are gone.
6 Now when the ev'ning shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns ; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns.
7 My pray'rs are now a chatt'ring noise, For Jesus hides his face;
I read, the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case.
8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey: Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, O come without delay!
1 SAVIOUR, shine and cheer my soul, Bid my dying hopes revive;
Make my wounded spirit whole, the tempter away Speak the word, and set me free, Let me live alone to thee.
2 Shall I sigh and pray in vain, Wilt thou still refuse to hear? Wilt thou not return again, Must I yield to black despair? Thou hast taught my heart to pray, Canst thou turn thy face away?
3 Once I thought my mountain strong, Firmly fix'd no more to move; Then thy grace was all my song, Then my soul was fill'd with love; Those were happy golden days, Sweetly spent in pray'r and praise.
4 When my friends have said,
"Soon or late you'll find a change."
I could see no cause for fear,
Vain their caution seem'd and strange : Not a cloud obscur'd my sky,
Could I think a tempest nigh?
Book ii. Hymn 34. and Book iii. Hymn 86.
5 Little then myself I knew,
Little thought of Satan's pow'r: Now I find their words were true, Now I feel the stormy hour! Sin has put my joys to flight, Sin has chang'd my day to night.
6 Satan asks and mocks my woe, "Boaster, where is now your God?" Silence, Lord, this cruel foe,
Let him know I'm bought with blood: Tell him, since I know thy name; Though I change, thou art the same.
XLV. Pleading for Mercy. Psal. vi.
1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke Thy feeble worm, my God! My spirit dreads thine angry look, And trembles at thy rod.
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak, Regard my heavy groans; O let thy voice of comfort speak, And heal my broken bones!
3 By day, my busy beating head Is fill'd with anxious fears; By night, upon my restless bed, I weep a flood of tears.
4 Thus I sit desolate and mourn,
Mine eyes grow dull with grief: How long, my Lord, ere thou return, And bring my soul relief?
5 O come and show thy pow'r to save,
And spare my fainting breath; For who can praise thee in the grave, Or sing thy name in death?
6 Satan, my cruel envious foe, Insults me in my pain;
He smiles to see me brought so low, And tells me hope is vain.
7 But hence, thou enemy, depart, Nor tempt me to despair;
My Saviour comes to cheer my heart, The Lord has heard my pray'r.
XLVI. None upon Earth I desire beside thee. Psa. lxxiii. 25.
1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have lost all their sweetness with me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May.
2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice: I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resign'd; No changes of season or place, Would make any change in my While bless'd with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song; Say, why do I languish and pine, And why are my winters so long? O drive these dark clouds from my sky, Thy soul-cheering presence restore; Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
XLVII. The Believer's Safety. Psal. xci.
1 INCARNATE God! the soul that knows Thy name's mysterious pow'r, Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose, Nor fear the trying hour.
2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love, To feeble helpless worms,
A buckler and a refuge prove From enemies and storms.
3 In vain the fowler spreads his net, To draw them from thy care; Thy timely call instructs their feet To shun the artful snare.
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