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ADDITIONAL HYMNS.

Let the Redeemer dwell within, And turn my soul to things on high. Oh may my heart, by Thee possess'd, Enjoy in Thee, my promis'd rest.

Dismay'd at ev'ry breath, Pretend to live the life divine, Or fight the fight of faith?

The mercy seat. Exod. xxv. 22. 1 FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, From ev'ry swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; The Saviour, on his mercy seat. 2 He welcomes sinners there, and sheds The Holy Spirit on their heads;

And gives with God communion sweet, At this, the blood- stain'd mercy seat 3 This is the place where spirits blend, And friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy seat. 4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismay'd? Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy seat? 5 There, there on eagle wing we'd soar, Till time and sense shall seem no more, All heaven come down our souls to greet, And glory crown the mercy

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763 of sin, because they believe not,& c. John xvi. 9. C.M.

1 Ir unbelief's that sin accurst,

Abhorr'd by God above, Because, of all opposers worst, It fights against his love:

2 How shall a heart that doubts like mine,

3 Conscience accuses from within, And others from without: I feel my soul the hold of sin, And this produces doubt.

4 What thousand sins of various dyes, Corruptions dark and foul, Daily within my bosom rise, And blacken all my soul!

5 I groan, and grieve, and cry, and call On Jesus for relief;

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But that delay'd, to doubting fall, Of all my sins the chief.

L. M.