2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising power,
Sing how he intercedes above

For all whose sins he bore.
3 Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues,
Sing till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ th' eternal King.
5 Soon shall ye hear him say,
Ye blessed children, come;
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his pilgrims home.

CCLXXII. 148th. New SELEC.
Rejoice evermore. 1 Thess. v. 16.

1 REJOICE, the Lord is king,

Your Lord and king adore:

Ye saints, give thanks and sing,
And triumph ever more.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say rejoice.

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love:
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above.

Lift up your heart, &c.

3 He all our foes shall quell,
And Satan's works destroy;

And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy.
Lift up your heart, &c.

4 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and leav'n;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus giv❜n.
Lift up your heart, &c.
5 He sits at God's right hand
Till all his foes submit,
And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet.
Lift up your heart, &c.
6 Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his pilgrims up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice
The trump of God shall sound, rejoice.

CCLXXIII.

Tribulation. John xvi. 33.

E that would after Jesus press,
Should fix this firm and sure;

That tribulation, more or less,

You must and shall endure.

2 From this there can be none exempt; 'Tis God's own wise decree; Satan the weakest saint will tempt: Nor is the strongest free.

3 The world opposes from without,
And unbelief within:

We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt
And feel the load of sin.

4 Glad frames too often lift us up;
And then how proud we grow!
Till sad desertion makes us droop,
And down we sink as low.

5 Ten thousand baits the foe prepares,
To catch the wand'ring heart;
And seldom do we see the snares,
Before we feel the smart.

6 But let not all this terrify,
Pursue the narrow path;

Look to the Lord with stedfast eye,
And fight with hell by faith.

7 Though we are feeble, Christ is strong;
His promises are true :
We shall be conq'rors all ere long,
And more than conq'rors too.

CCLXXIV. S. M. HART.

Pride.

1 INNUMERABLE foes

Attack the child of God,

He feels within the weight of sin,
A grievous galling load.

2 But though the host of hell

Be neither weak nor small;
One mighty foe deals dang'rous woe,
And hurts beyond them all.

3 "Tis pride, accursed pride,
That spirt by God abhor'd:
Do what we will it haunts us still,
And keeps us from the Lord.
4 "Tis hurtful when perceiv'd:

When not perceiv'd 'tis worse;
Unseen or seen it dwells within,
And works by fraud or force.

5 Against its influence pray,
It mingles with the pray'r;

Against it preach, it prompts the speech;

Be silent, still 'tis there."

6 This moment while I sing, I feel its power within;

My heart it draws to seek applause,

And mixes all with sin.

7 Thou meek and lowly Lamb, This haughty tyrant kill,

1

That wounded thee, though thou wast free, And wounds thy members still.

CCLXXV. C. M. HART.

W

Humility.

HATEVER prompts the soul to pride,
Or gives us room to boast,

(Except in Jesus crucified)

Is not the Holy Ghost.

2 That blessed Spir't omits to speak
Of what himself has done;

And bids th' enlighten'd sinner seek
Salvation in the Son.

3 He never mov'd a man to say,
"Thank God, I am so good;"
But turns his eye another way,
To Jesus and his blood.

4 Great are the favors he confers,
But all in Jesus' name:

He gladly dictates, gladly hears,
"Salvation to the Lamb."

CCLXXVI. L. M.
Godly sorrow for sin.

NEW SELEC.

1

PITY

a helpless sinner, Lord, Who would believe thy gracious word;

But own my heart, with shame and grief,
A sink of sin and unbelief.

2 Lord, in thy house I read there's room;
And vent'ring hard behold I come!
But can there, tell me, can there be,
Among thy children room for me.
3 I eat the bread, and drink the wine;
But ah! my soul wants more than sign:
I faint unless I feed on thee,

And drink thy blood as shed for me.

4 For sinners, Lord, thou cam'st to bleed;
And I'm a sinner, vile indeed!
Lord, I believe thy grace is free;
Oh! magnify that grace in me.

IN

Good works. James ii, 18.

'N vain men talk of living faith,
When all their works exhibit death;
When they indulge some sinful view
In all they say, in all they do.

2 The true believer fears the Lord,
Obeys his precepts, keeps his word;.
Commits his works to God alone,
And seeks his will before his own.

3 A barren tree that bears no fruit,
Brings no great glory to its root:
When on the boughs rich fruit we see,
"Tis then we cry, "A goodly tree!"

4 Never did men by faith divine

To selfishness or sloth incline;

The christian works with all his power, And grieves that he can work no more..