His arms embrace this happy ground, A GARDEN. CCCXXXII. C. M. SWAIN. GARDEN fenc'd from common earth, Enrich'd by plants of heav'nly birth, The Church of Jesus is. 2 His gospel is the open sky, 3 His spirit is the heav'nly wind 4 Faith, like an ivy, to the rock (That stands for ever,) cleaves; And through the tempest's loudest shock, Eternal calm perceives. 5 Assurance, like a cedar, rears Beyond the reach of doubts and fears, 1 ASKING THE WAY TO ZION. CCCXXXIII. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Asking the way to Zion. Jer. 1. 5. And thither set your steady face, 2 Invite the strangers all around 3 O come, and to his temple haste, 1 Accept the blessings he bestows, CHURCH MEETINGS. CCCXXXIV. S. M. S. STENNETT, Praise for conversion. Psalm lxiv. 16. COME, ye (OME, ye that fear the Lord, How narrowly my feet escap'd 2 The flatt'ring joys of sense a I fell beneath the stroke, My anguish rous'd me into life, 5 At length, to God I cry'd; 6 My drooping head he rais'd, My bleeding wounds he heal'd, 7 O! may I ne'er forget The mercy of my God; Nor ever want a tongue to spread CCCXXXV. C. M. RIP. SEL. The Conversion of sinners a matter for Prayer and Praise. 1 THERE's joy in heaven, and joy on earth, When prodigals return, To see desponding souls rejoice, And haughty sinners mourn. 2 "Come saints, and hear what God hath done,” Is a reviving sound: O may it spread from sea to sea, 3 Often, O sovereign Lord, renew That Jesus here may see his seed, And Satan lose his prey. 4 Great God the work is all thine own, Let every heart and every tongue CCCXXXVI. C. M. NEWTON. Apostacy-Will ye also go away? HEN any turn from Zion's way, (Alas! what numbers do!) 1 WH Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine, Unless thou hold me fast; I feel I must I shall decline, 3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know, 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd 5 The help of men and angels join'd, Nor can I hope relief to find, 6 No voice but thine can give me rest, No love but thine can make me bless'd, 7 What anguish has that question stirr'd, If I will also go? 1 Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, TH CCCXXXVII. L. M. STEELE. To whom shall we go but unto thee? or, Life and A wretched wanderer from my Lord? 3 Eternal life thy words impart, On these my fainting spirit lives, Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives. 4 Let earth's alluring joys combine, While thou art near, in vain they call; 6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie, |