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5 “ Fear not” the terrors of the grave,
Or death's tremendous sting;
To dissipate our fear?
Our God for ever near? 2 Doth thy right hand, which form’d the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
When dangers round us rise? 3 Dost thou a father's bowels feel
For all thy humble saints;
To soothe their sad complaints?
And banish every care;
If God be with me there.
'Midst all my various ways,
With anxious thoughts perplext?
Will save me in the next: 2 Will save, till at
latest hour, With more than conquest blest, I soar beyond temptation's power,
To my Redeemer's breast.
237. L.M.-God the constant Support and Happiness of his people.
Ps. lxxiii. 25, 26. 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 wo, 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 presseth on,
And seeks its rest in God alone.
Dauntless and joyous it surveys
That earth, combin'd with hell, can raise. 5 This feeble flesh shall faint, and die;
This heart renew its pulse no more; E'en now it views the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are o'er. 6 But come, thou vanquish'd king of dread,
With thy own hand thy power destroy; 'Tis thine to bear my soul to God; My portion, and eternal joy.
C.M.-Confidence in God.
Say why distrustful still,
O'er scenes of future ill?
Each anxious doubt exclude;
Thy Maker, wise and good!
3 He, to thy every trial knows
Its just restraints to give; Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve. 4 Though griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,
Still in thy God confide;
239. C.M.- Encouragement to trust in God. Ps. xxxiv. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distrest,
And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of God
around The dwellings of the just: Protection he affords to all
Who make his name their trust. 4 O make but trial of his love!
Experience will decide
Who in his name confide.
Have nothing else to fear;
his service your delight; Your wants shall be his care.
P.M.-" I will trust." Isa. xii, 2.
My Saviour is near,
Will surely appear:
By prayer let me wrestle,
And he will perform;
I smile at the storm.
Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey,
'Tis his to provide;
And creatures all fail,
Shall surely prevail. 3 His love, in times past,
Forbids me to think
In trouble to sink;
I have in review,
To help me quite through. 4 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
He told me no less;
I know from his word,
Must follow their Lord.
5 Since all that I meet Shall work for
The medicine is food;
'Twill cease before long,
The conqueror's song.
His justice, how august!
There anchors all her trust.
To feed the barren waste;
And famine waits the blast. 3 Crowns, realms, and worlds, his wrath incens'd,
Are dust beneath his tread:
And shakes the learned head. 4 He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease;
And softly whispers peace.
Or tips the bolt with flame:
And warms in every beam. . 6 For me, O Lord, whatever lot
The hours commission'd bring;
Or fairer clusters spring?
My years resign'd may run:
And may thy will be done!
Down from the willows take;
Bid every string awake.