How often do they steal

My weapons from my side!

Yet David's Lord and Gideon's Friend Will help his servant to the end.

The Name of Jesus.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.

Dear name! the rock on which I build

My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

By thee, my prayers acceptance gain,

Although with sin defiled;

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am owned a child.

Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.

Till then, I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death!

All that thou sendest me,

In mercy given;

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!

Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!

Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly;

Still, all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to thee!
Nearer to thee!

The Safety of Trusting.

THY ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed upon thy throne above,

And every dark or bending line

Meets in the centre of thy love.

With feeble light, and half obscure, Poor mortals thy arrangements view, Not knowing that they all are sure,

And, though mysterious, just and true.

Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam un-eyed,
Are led by power and goodness where
They best and safest may abide.

They neither know nor trace the way,
But guided by thy piercing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.

My favoured soul shall meekly learn
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.

A Psalm of Praise.

YE holy angels bright,

Who stand before God's throne,

And dwell in glorious light,

Praise ye the Lord, each one.

You there, so nigh,

Are much more meet

Than we, the feet,

For things so high.

You blessed souls at rest,

That see your Saviour's face,
Whose glory, even the least,

Is far above our grace;

God's praises sound,
As in his sight,

With sweet delight,
You do abound.

All nations of the earth

Extol the world's great King
With melody and mirth
His glorious praises sing;
For he still reigns,

And will bring low
The proudest foe
That him disdains.

Sing forth Jehovah's praise
Ye saints that on him call;
Magnify him always

His holy churches all;

In him rejoice,

And thus proclaim

His holy name

With sounding voice.

My soul, bear thou thy part;
Triumph in God above;

With a full-tunéd heart,

Sing thou the songs of love.

Thou art his own,

Whose precious blood,
Shed for thy good,

His love made known.