No, let me bless thy name, and say"The Lord is gracious still." 4 A pilgrim, through the earth I roam, Of nothing long possessed; And all must fail when I go home, For this is not my rest.

5 Write but my name upon the roll
Of thy redeemed above,

Then with my heart, and strength, and soul,
I'll love thee for thy love.

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The Peace of God. Ps. lxxxv. 8. C. M.

UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite

In silence soft and sweet:

And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sovereign's feet.
2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,
Yet gladly I attend;

For lo, the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.
3 Harmonious accents to my soul
The sounds of peace convey;
The tempest at his word subsides,
And winds and seas obey.

4 By all its joys, I charge my heart
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,
To give its follies o'er.

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DEAR

Refuge in God.

EAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise-

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

3 But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

Doddridge.

C. M.

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.

5 Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat,

With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.

Mrs. Steele.

335 Trusting in God in Affliction. Job v. 6—8. 1 NOT from the dust affliction grows,

Nor troubles rise by chance;

Yet we are born to cares and woes,
A sad inheritance!

2 As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are upwards borne,
So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.
3 Yet with my God I leave my cause,
And trust his promised grace;
He rules me by his well known laws
Of love and righteousness.

4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my future peace;

For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.

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Assurance. Jer. xxxi. 3.

C. M.

Watts.

L. M. 6 lines.

JESUS, I know, hath died for me—
Here is my hope, my joy, my rest;
Hither, when hell assails, I flee,

And look into my Saviour's breast:
Away, sad doubts and anxious fear-
Mercy is all that's written there.

2 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone; Though joys be withered all, and dead,

And every comfort be withdrawn ;

Steadfast on this my soul relies

Father, thy mercy never dies.

3 Fixed on this rock will I remain,

When heart shall fail, and flesh decay;—

A rock which shall my soul sustain,
When earth's foundations melt away:
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

Moravian.

337 Saints in the Hand of Christ. John x. 28, 29. C. M.

1

FIRM

IRM as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust;

If I am found in Jesus' hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.

2 His honor is engaged to save
The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heavenly Father gave,
His hands securely keep.

3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove

His favorites from his breast;

In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.

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WE

Trust in the Saviour.

Watts.

L. M.

HEN sins and fears prevailing rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
To thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes,
To thee I breathe my soul's desires.
2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on thy everlasting word—
That word which built the earth and sky?
3 If my immortal Saviour lives,

Then my immortal life is sure:
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here I may build-and rest secure.
4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immovable the promise stands:
Not all the powers of earth or hell,
Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.
5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose:
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself-that last of foes-
Shall break a union so divine.

Mrs. Steele.

339 Divine Support and Guidance.

10

THOU to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
Oh burst these bonds and set it free.
2 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
4 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
Oh let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.
5 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

Hope encouraged. Ps. xlii. 5.

L. M.

Moravian.

340
1 MY soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy grief be turned to gladness,
Bid thy restless fears begone;
Look to Jesus,

And confide in him alone.

2 Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within,
Jesus never will forget thee,

But will break the power of sin:
He is faithful—

Thou the victory shalt win.

3 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread'st the thorny road,
His right hand shall still defend thee-
Guide thee to his bless'd abode-

Bring thee, ransomed,

To thy home, thy heaven, thy God.

8. 7. 4.

Fawcett.

L

341 Christ our Strength. 2 Cor. xii. 7, 9, 10.
ET me but hear my Saviour say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day;"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
2 I can do all things, or can bear
All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.
3 I glory in infirmity,

That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am strong,

L. M.

Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. Watts.

342

Christian Confidence. 2 Tim. i. 12.

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,

Or to defend his cause

Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God-I know his name-
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands;
And he can well secure

What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name

Before his Father's face;

And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

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The Fearful encouraged.

GIVE to the winds thy fears,

Hope and be undismayed;

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;

Wait thou his time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

C. M.

Watts.

S. M.