891

Continued.-Confident security.

L. M.

WHILE thou art intimately nigh,

Who, who shall violate my rest?
Sin, earth, and hell, I now defy:
I lean upon my Saviour's breast.
2 I rest beneath the' Almighty's shade,
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;
Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stay'd,
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.

3 Me for thine own thou lov'st to take,
In time and in eternity;
Thou never, never wilt forsake

A helpless worm that trusts in thee.

892

Steadfast reliance upon the promises.

AWAY, my needless fears,

And doubts, no longer mine; A ray of heavenly light appears, A messenger divine.

2 Thrice comfortable hope,

S. M.

That calms my troubled breast; My Father's hand prepares the cup, And what he wills is best.

3 If what I wish is good,

And suits the will divine,-
By earth and hell in vain withstood,
I know it shall be mine.

4 Still let them counsel take
To frustrate his decree;
They cannot keep a blessing back,
By Heaven design'd for me.

5 Here then I doubt no more,

But in his pleasure rest;

Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power, Engage to make me blest.

893

C. M

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Grateful praise for delivering mercy.
THOU, who, when we did complain,
Didst all our griefs remove
O Saviour, do not now disdain

Our humble praise and love.
2 Since thou a pitying ear didst give,
And hear us when we pray'd,
We'll call upon thee while we live,
And never doubt thy aid.

3 Pale death, with all his ghastly train,
Our souls encompass'd round;

Anguish, and fear, and dread, and pain,
On every side we found.

4 To thee, O Lord of life, we pray'd,
And did for succour flee:

O save, in our distress we said,

The souls that trust in thee.

5 How good thou art! how large thy grace!

How ready to forgive!

Thy mercies crown our fleeting days;
And by thy love we live.

6 Our eyes no longer drown'd in tears,
Our feet from falling free;

Redeem'd from death and guilty fears,
O Lord, we'll live to thee.

894

S. M.

All things in Christ.

HOU very-present aid

TH

In suff'ring and distress;

The mind which still on thee is stay'd,

Is kept in perfect peace.

2 The soul by faith reclined

On the Redeemer's breast,

'Mid raging storms, exults to find An everlasting rest.

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.

895

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Afflictions blessed.

S. M.

OW tender is thy hand,
O thou most gracious Lord!
Afflictions 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.

896

L

The benefit of affliction.

C. M.

ORD, when to thee my sinking soul
Did 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, rear;
My heart defies your shock:
Ye make me cling to God the more,--
To God, my shelt'ring rock.

897

L

Delivering grace celebrated.

С. М.

ORD, thou hast heard thy servants cry,
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.

REJOICING:

IN

COMMUNION WITH GOD.

898

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Praises to the incarnate Son.

С. М.

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 lyres,
Ye angels round the throne;
Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs,
Adore the' eternal Son.

899

3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s.

Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks.

PEJOICE, 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;
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.

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