3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore,

Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God,

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and armed with power.

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God our only Refuge.

C. WESLEY.

1 FATHER, refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy shelter fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Father, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O, receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me;

All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Plenteous grace with thee is found;
Cleanse me, Lord, from every sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within;
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.

WATTS.

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Adoption. 1 John iii. 1.

1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But, when we see our Savior here,
We shall be like our Head.

3 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.

4 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

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WATTS.

Holy Resolutions. Ps. 119.

1 O THAT thy statutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget thy word;
Thy word is all my joy.

3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge

From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large!

4 My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and thy name;

I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear, Nor yield to sinful shame.

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J. Q. ADAMS.

Ps. 26.

1 O, JUDGE me, Lord, for thou art just;

Thy statutes are my pride;

In thee alone I put my trust;

I therefore shall not slide:

prove me, try my reins and heart;
Thy mercies, Lord, I know;

I never took the scorner's part,
Nor with the vain will go.

2 Of sinners I detest the bands,
Nor with them will offend;
In innocence will wash my hands,
And at thine altar bend;

There, with thanksgiving's grateful voice,
Thy wondrous works will tell ;
I love the mansions of thy choice,
And where thine honors dwell.

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Christ's Service.

DODDRIDGE

1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates and obey.

2 What is my being, but for thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend?

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 Thy work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more,
And my last hour of life confess
Thy love hath animating power.

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J. Q. ADAMS.

Ps. 6.

1 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak;
My bones are vexed with pain;
Let not thy hot displeasure speak;
Thy burning wrath restrain.
My soul what sore vexations try!
How long shall they assail?
Return, and listen to my cry;
Let mercy, Lord, prevail.

2 of thee no memory remains
In death's relentless cave;
To thee ascend no grateful strains
Of glory from the grave:
With ceaseless pain I groan and weep,

So cruel are my foes;

My very couch in tears I steep,
My bed with grief o'erflows.

3 Depart from me, all who rejoice
Iniquity to share;

The Lord hath heard my moaning voice,
And listened to my prayer;
What though my foes despise the Lord,
And my destruction plot?

Vexation shall be their reward,

And sudden shame their lot.

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