6 Yet the means are not in vain,

If the end we would obtain ;

Though the breath of pray'r be weak,
None shall find but they who seek.

7 God alone the heart can reach,
Yet the ministers must preach;
"Tis their part. the seed to sow,
And 'tis his to make it grow.

XL. Why art thou cast down?

1 BE still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares,
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.

2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?

3 When first before his mercy-seat,

Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant, from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r.

4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?

5 Like David, thou mayst comfort draw, Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw; Goliath's rage I may defy,

For God, my Saviour, still is nigh.

6 He who has help'd me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to his praise.

7 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heav'n will make amends for all.

XLI. The Way of Access.

1 ONE glance of thine, eternal Lord,
Pierces all nature through,

Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor hell afford
A shelter from thy view!

2 The mighty whole, each smaller part,
At once before thee lies;
And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart
Is open to thine eyes.

3 Though greatly from myself conceal'd
Thou see'st my inward frame;
To thee I always stand reveal'd,
Exactly as I am.

4 Since therefore I can hardly bear
What in myself I see;

How vile and black must I appear,
Most holy God, to thee?

5 But since my Saviour stands between, In garments dy'd in blood,

"Tis he, instead of me, is seen,
When I approach to God.

6 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe; He pleads before the throne His life and death in my behalf,

And calls my sins his own.

7 What wondrous love, what mysteries,
In this appointment shine!
My breaches of the law are his,
And his obedience mine.* «.

XLII. The Pilgrim's Song.

1 FROM Egypt, lately freed
By the Redeemer's grace,
A rough and thorny path we tread,
In hopes to see his face.

2 The flesh dislikes the way,
But faith approves it well;

This only leads to endless day,
All others lead to hell.

3 The promis'd land of peace

Faith keeps in constant view;/.mond I

How diff'rent from the wilderness

We now are passing through!

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4 Here often from our eyes

Clouds hide the light divine;

There we shall have unclouded skies,

Our Sun will always shine. ::

5 Here griefs, and cares, and pains,
And fears, distress us sore;
But there eternal pleasure reigns,
And we shall weep no more.

*2 Cor. v. 21.

6 Lord, pardon our complaints,

We follow at thy call;

The joy prepar'd for suff'ring saints
Will make amends for all.

SIMILAR HYMNS.

Book I. Hymns 10, 13, 21, 22, 24, 27, 40, 43, 44,

51, 56, 63, 76, 88, 107, 115, 126,

130, 131, 136, 142.

Book II. Hymns 30, 31, 84, 87, 92.

IV. COMFORT.

XLIII. Faith a new and comprehensive Sense.

1 SIGHT, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell,
Are gifts we highly prize;
But faith does singly each excel,
And all the five comprise.

2 More piercing than the eagle's sight,
It views the world unknown,
Surveys the glorious realms of light,
And Jesus on the throne.

3 It hears the mighty voice of God,
And ponders what he saith;

His word and works, his gifts and rod,
Have each a voice to faith.

4 It feels the touch of heav'nly pow'r,*
And from that boundless source,
Derives fresh vigour ev'ry hour
To run its daily course.

5 The truth and goodness of the Lord
Are suited to its taste;t

Mean is the worldling's pamper'd board,
To faith's perpetual feast.

6 It smells the dear Redeemer's name
Like ointment poured forth;+
Faith only knows, or can proclaim,
Its savour or its worth.

7 Till saving faith possess the mind,
In vain of sense we boast;

We are but senseless, tasteless, blind,
And deaf, and dead, and lost.

XLIV. C. The happy Change.

1 How blest thy creature is, O God,
When, with a single eye,
He views the lustre of thy word,
The day-spring from on high.

2 Through all the storms that veil the skies,
And frown on earthly things;
The Sun of righteousness he eyes,
With healing on his wings.

3 Struck by that light, the human heart,
A barren soil no more,

Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad,
Where serpents lurk'd before.§.

*

Luke, viii. 46.

+ Solomon's Song, i. 3.

+ Psal. cxix. 103.

§ Isa, xxxv. 7.