2. For what are all thine anxious cares, For what, when roars the wind, thy fears When bursting clouds and furious waves contend, Thy bark rich-freighted all engulft descend? 3. Fraught with disease tomorrow comes From treasured heaps and splendid domes The dream is o'er: then kiss the chastening rod That points the road to virtue and to God. 4. Seek thou, my soul, a nobler wealth Content and peace, the mind's best health, And deeds benevolent, and prayer and praise, ways. 266. c. M. HEGINBOTHAM. Virtue the source of peace. 1. FORSAKE, my soul, the tents of sin ; Noise and confusion dwell within; 2. Peace never fix'd her sacred throne The men who keep the laws of God 4. His mighty power shall guard the just, His wisdom point their way; His eye shall watch their sleeping dust, His hand revive their clay. 5. Begin, ye saints, the joyful task; A more exalted song. 267. L. M. COTTON. The support of a good conscience. 1. WHILE Some in folly's pleasures roll, 2. That tree which bears immortal fruit, 3. With this companion in the shade 4. Though heaven afflict, I'll not repine; The noblest comforts still are mine; Comforts which shall o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale, 5. Amidst the various scenes of ills, 6. His hand will smooth my rugged way, 268. c. M. MERRICK. 1. AUTHOR of good! to thee I turn; 2. O let thy fear within me dwell, 3. Not to my wish, but to my want, The good unask'd let mercy grant, 269. c. M. DODDRIDGE. Pious confidence in God. 1. JEHOVAH, 'tis a glorious name, 2. What though our mortal comforts fade, 3. My cares, I give you to the wind, 270. s. M. J. TAYLOR. Christian trial and confidence. 1. LIFE is a chequer'd road, Where mingle thorns and flowers; Fair smiles the morn, in beauty drest, But ah! the evening lowers. 2. Smooth ebbs the slumbering wave, But darkening skies and rising winds 3. "O ye of little faith," Why droop your hearts with fear? Though thousand dangers press around, Your Father's arm is near. 4. To try your wavering souls Temptation spreads its toils; But wisdom nor defies its power, Nor trusts in treacherous smiles. 5. She puts her armour on, Her heavenly-temper'd shield, Her breastplate of coelestial mould; But asks no sword to wield. 6. Faith is her watchword still, Her bulwark innocence; Salvation on her banner flames, And heaven's her recompense. Against despondency and fear. 1. BEHOLD the lily's silken vest, |