Faith Triumphant over Fear: or, a Soul reasoning with itself respecting the Groundlessness of its Fears. Isaiah xli, 10..

1 FEAR not, my soul, why should I fear,
Since God himself is on my side?
Why should I fear, since on the cross
My Advocate, my Surety died?
2 Fear not, my soul, be not dismay'd,
There is no cause to cherish fears;
Thy God that's held thee up 'till now

Has been thy help for many years. 3 Fear not, for God is with me still.

Who tells thee not to be dismay'd;
Of all the pow'rs of earth and hell,

My soul, thou need not be afraid.
4 Fear not; what can there be to fear,
Since God Jehovah is thy stay?
His arms are underneath thee still,

And he will help thee in the way. 5 Fear not; 'tis base ingratitude

To doubt the love of God at all,
Because his love was fix'd on thee
Before thy father Adam's fall.

6 Fear not; although thy debt was large,
Thy Jesus paid it ev'ry mite;

Though poor and wretched in thyself,
For ever precious in his sight.

7 Fear not; who bids thee not to fear?-
It is thy God that speaks to thee,
Who took thy ransom at Christ's hands,
Who paid it down on Calv'ry's tree.

8 Fear not, thy soul was settled for
Before creation's work began ;

Fear not; to save my soul from hell
Was in Jehovah's ancient plan.

Fear not, because I am thy God,

And thou shalt feel my helping hand, I'll bring thee through the storms of life, I'll guard thee safe to Canaan's land. Fear not ten thousand foes without,

And strong and mighty foes within, That God will never let thee sink

Who pardon'd freely all thy sin. 1 Fear not, redemption is complete,

Salvation's work completely done, * A work contriv'd by God himself, : And finished by God the Son. 2 Fear not, my soul, thy debt is paid, And not one mite is left to pay;

O glorious everlasting truth,

'Christ is my life, and Christ my way. 3 Fear not, my scul; rejoice and sing. At such a glorious plan of grace; But those who trust to works for life

Will never, never reach the place.
4 Fear not, my soul, but hope and wait
What God has promis'd he will do;
Though hell and sin assault my soul

My God will surely bring me through, 5 Fear not, though Satan plague my soul, And vex and tempt me day by day; The Lord has brought me safe thus far,

The Lord will surely guide my way. 6 Fear not, my soul, since God is love, His love is everlasting too;

Then sure the Lord will save my soul, Almighty grace will bring me through, Soliloquy.

1 WHY all this restlessness within? Why am I plagued to death with sin?

For as my sins are blotted out,
Why am I still perplex'd with doubt?
2 Why thus distress'd from day to day?
Why can't I trust? Why can't I

pray ? From whence arise these anxious fears? Why all these sobs, these sighs, these tears? 3 Why grope I at the noon of day? I know Christ is my life, my way, But I can't see his lovely face; I want fresh tokens of his grace. 4 Why can't I cast my all on him Who knows I feel the plague of sin? Why can't I triumph as before? Why sneak I thus at mercy's door! 5 Why does my heart so hard remain? Why should such trifles give me pain? Why do I feel so prone to range, Since God is love, and cannot change? 6 Why am I thus? O! Jesus, say, Why go I mourning all the day? Sometimes I fear my Father's rod, Although my Father is my God. 7 Why can't I trust as I have done, In God the Father, God the Son, Who paid my debts on Calv'ry's tree? For there he shed his blood for me. 8 Why can't I then rejoice and sing? Lord give me faith to spread my wing And fly from self, the world, and sin; I feel, alas! the load within. 9 Why can't I trust almighty grace? I have beheld his lovely face;

But now he hides himself from me, He knows I'm groaning to be free. 10 Why can't I lay my burden down,' Since I am heir unto a crown;

Why should a King's son mourn and weep? Christ is my Shepherd, I his sheep. 11 Why can't I then in this rejoice, Redeem'd by blood, Jehovah's choice; O let this thought be my relief, 'Tis no more I, 'tis unbelief.

To a dear young Friend leaving London and taking pos session of a little Country Cottage.

1 I Trust the Lord has heard my pray'r,

And answer'd

my request,
In bringing you just where you are;
And there may you be blest.
2 The little cot wherein you dwell,
It is my earnest pray'r,

You may enjoy the smiles of heav'n
To soothe your ev'ry care.
3 I know you love the calm retreat;
Such is the place for me;

The silent vale, where Jesus dwells,
'Tis there I wish to be.

4 And where you dwell may Jesus dwell
And be your constant Guest,

Then let the world go as it will

You must and shall be blest.
5 Jehovah be your constant guard,

Your guide, and your protector;
The God of grace and providence,
I pray, be your protector.
6 Ten thousand foes are still alive,
And will be here below;

But law or justice cannot strike,

For Christ wards off the blow,

7 But 'tis a wilderness at best,
'Tis not your resting place;

But bless the Lord who call'd you out,
A trophy of his grace.

8 All things shall work together then
For your eternal good;

It shall be so, it must be so,
For 'tis the will of God.

9 Though unbelief may oft disturb,
Sad peevish unbelief;

When ev'ry door seems shut and barr'd,
Christ flies to our relief.

10 What has God wrought? O bless his name!
: What wonders has he done?
To make you see salvation your's
Before you're twenty-one.

11 You highly favour'd, honour'd girl,
Whom God has call'd so soon,
While thousands mope 'till almost night
God call'd you out at noon.

- 12 Whatever lies across the path

That you may have to tread,

The Lord will guide and guard you safe,
No foes you need to dread.
13 If God is your's, then all is your's;
Ah! what a portion this!

The path you travel here below
Is but the path to bliss,

14 Let devils roar, let 'worldlings frown,
Let friends suspend their love, “

Thy God will overrule it all

To draw thy soul above.

15 The noisy town, the silent vale,

Are not exempt from cares,

No situation here below

But has a thousand snares.

16 God be your counsellor and guide, Your constant friend and prop,