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3 Sorrow and fear are gone,

Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,

And dries the widow's tears. 4 It hallows every cross;

It sweetly comforts me; Makes me forget my every loss,

And find my all in thee. 5 Jesus, to whom I fly,

Doth all my wishes fill; What though created streams are dry?

I have the fountain still. 6 Stripp'd of each earthly friend,

I find them all in one; And peace and joy which never end,

And heaven, in Christ, begun.

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S. M.
Afflictions blessed.
OW tender is thy hand,
thou most

gracious Lord ! Amictions came at thy command,

And left us at thy word. 2 How gentle was the rod

That chasten'd us for sin !
How soon we found a smiling God

Where deep distress had been ! 3 A Father's hand we felt,

A Father's love we knew : 'Mid tears of penitence we knelt,

And found his promise true. 4 Now will we bless the Lord,

And in his strength confide: Jehovah ever be adored,

There is no God beside.


C. M.

The benefit of affliction.

La Bid when to there my sinking soul

in affliction fly ; Thy mercy did my griefs control,

And all my wants supply. 2 How oft, when dark misfortune's band

Around their victim stood,
The seeming ill, at thy command,

Hath changed to real good!
3 The tempest that obscured the sky

Hath set my spirit free
From earthly care and sensual joy,

And turn'd my thoughts to thee.
4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn

To feel for others' wo;
And humbly seek, with deep concern,

My own defects to know. 5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, rcar;

My heart defies your shock :
Ye make me cling to God the more,--

To God, my shelt'ring rock.


C. M.

Delivering grace celebrated.


And rescued from the grave; Now shall we live—for none can die

Whom God delights to save.
2 Thy praise, more constant than before,

Shall fill our daily breath ;
Thy hand, that hath chastised us sore,

Defends us still from death. 3 Here, with the assembly of thy saints,

Our cheerful voice we raise;
Here we have told thee our complaints,

And here we speak thy praise.

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C. M.
Praises to the incarnate Son.
FOR a thousand seraph tongues

To bless the' incarnate Word !
O for a thousand thankful songs

In honour of my Lord !
2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyrcs,

Ye angels round the throne;
Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs,

Adore the' eternal Son.



3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks.

EJOICE, the Lord is King;

Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,

And triumph evermore;
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,

The God of truth and love;
When he had purged our stains,

He took his seat above;
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,-

He rules o’er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given;
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejvice, again I say, rejoice.

4 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 hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
5 He all his foes shall quell,

And all our sins destroy ;
Let every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy;
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
6 Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home;
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice;
The trump of God shall sound,—Rejoice!

S. M. Glory begun below. IOME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,

While ye surround his throne.
Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God,
But servants of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad. 2 The God that rules on high,

That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky,

And calms the roaring seas; This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our Love; He will send down his heavenly powers,

To carry us above.


3 There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in :
Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create.
4 The men of grace have found

Glory begun below:
Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow:
Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.



9th P. M. 87,87,87,87.
Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.
YOME, thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace :
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount—I'm fix'd upon it;

Mount of thy redeeming love!
2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer;

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood.

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