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5.

In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

6.

My life, if thou preserve my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And Ŏ may death, when death shall come,
Unite my soul to thee!

179. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

God the happiness and support of his people.

1.

My God, whose all-pervading eye
Views earth beneath and heaven above,
Witness if here or there thou seest
An object of mine equal love.

2.

Not the gay scenes where mortal men
Pursue their bliss and find their woe
Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heaven to view.

3.

Not all the fairest sons of light,
That lead the army round thy throne,
Can bound its flight: it presses on,
And seeks its rest in God alone.

4.

This feeble flesh shall faint and die,
This heart renew its pulse no more;
Even now it views the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are o'er.

5.

But come, thou vanquish'd king of dread,
With thine own hand thy power destroy :
'Tis thine to bear my soul to God,
My portion, and eternal joy.

180. C. M. DARWIN.

Trust in God in prosperity and adversity.

1.

THE Lord, how tender is his love!
His justice how august!

Hence all her fears my soul derives,
There anchors all her trust.

2.

He showers the manna from above,
To feed the barren waste;

Or points with death the fiery hail,
And famine waits the blast.

3.

He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease;
In dungeons spreads his healing wing,
And softly whispers peace.

4.

His power directs the rushing wind,
Or tips the bolt with flame:

His goodness breathes in every breeze,
And warms in every beam.

5.

For me, O Lord, whatever lot
The hours commission'd bring,
Do all my withering blessings die,
Or fairer clusters spring,

6.

O grant that still with grateful heart
My years resign'd may run :
'Tis thine to give or to resume,
And may thy will be done!

181. P. M. J. TAYLOR.

Trust in God through all the changes of life.

1.

FATHER divine, before thy view
All worlds, all creatures lie;
No distance can elude thy search,
No action 'scape thine eye:

Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear!

Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

2.

From thee our vital breath we drew,
Our childhood was thy care,
And vigorous youth and feeble age
Thy kind protection share :

Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear!

Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

3.

Whate'er we do, where'er we turn,
Thy ceaseless bounty flows;
Opprest with woe, when nature faints,
Thine arm is our repose:

Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises

hear!

Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

4.

To thee we look, thou power supreme;
O still our wants supply!

Safe in thy presence may we live,
And in thy favour die!

Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear!

Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

182. L. M.

WATTS.

Trust in the divine grace and justice.

1.

My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.

2.

Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face:
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

3.

Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God has spoke?

4.

Once has his awful voice declared, Once and again my ears have heard, "All power is his eternal due;

"He must be fear'd and trusted too."

5.

For sovereign power reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner of the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

183. c. M. COWPER.
Providence.

1.

GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill

He treasures up his great designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take :
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.

4.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

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