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5 “ Fear not” the terrors of the grave,

Or death's tremendous sting;
He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

235.
C.M.- The timorous Saint encouraged. Isa. xli, 10.
1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,

To dissipate our fear?
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,

Our God for ever near? 2 Doth thy right hand, which form’d the earth,

And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,

When dangers round us rise? 3 Dost thou a father's bowels feel

For all thy humble saints;
And in such tender accents speak,

To soothe their sad complaints?
4 On this support my soul shall lean,

And banish every care;
The gloomy vale of death must smile,

If God be with me there.
5 While I his gracious succour prove,

'Midst all my various ways,
The darkest shades through which I pass
Shall echo with his praise.

236.
C.M.- Support under Trials. Job v. 19. 2 Cor. i. 10.
1 WHY should I doubt his love at last,

With anxious thoughts perplext?
Who sav'd me in the troubles past,

Will save me in the next: 2 Will save, till at

my

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.
4 Fix'd near the' immortal source of bliss,

Dauntless and joyous it surveys
Each form of horror and distress,

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.

238.

C.M.-Confidence in God.
1 OH! why art thou cast down, my soul?

Say why distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

O'er scenes of future ill?
2 Let faith suppress each rising fear,

Each anxious doubt exclude;
Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here,

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;
Whose finger marks the seas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.

239. C.M.- Encouragement to trust in God. Ps. xxxiv. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast,

Till all who are distrest,
From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of God

encamp

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
How blest are they, and only they,

Who in his name confide.
5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;
Make

you

his service your delight; Your wants shall be his care.

240.

P.M.-" I will trust." Isa. xii, 2.
1 BEGONE, unbelief!

My Saviour is near,
And for my relief

Will surely appear:

By prayer let me wrestle,

And he will perform;
With Christ in the vessel,

I smile at the storm.
2 Though dark be my way,

Since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey,

'Tis his to provide;
Though cisterns be broken,

And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken

Shall surely prevail. 3 His love, in times past,

Forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last

In trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer

I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure

To help me quite through. 4 Why should I complain

Of want or distress,
Temptations or pain?

He told me no less;
The heirs of salvation,

I know from his word,
Through much tribulation

Must follow their Lord.

5 Since all that I meet Shall work for

my good,
The bitter is sweet,

The medicine is food;
Though painful at present,

'Twill cease before long,
And then O how pleasant

The conqueror's song.

241.
C.M.- Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity.
1 THE Lord, how tender is his love!

His justice, how august!
Hence all her fears my soul derives,

There anchors all her trust.
2 He showers the manna from above,

To feed the barren waste;
Or points with death the fiery hail,

And famine waits the blast. 3 Crowns, realms, and worlds, his wrath incens'd,

Are dust beneath his tread:
He blights the fair, unplumes the proud,

And shakes the learned head. 4 He bids distress forget to groan,

The sick from anguish cease;
In dungeons spreads his healing wing,

And softly whispers peace.
5 Thy vengeance rides the rushing wind,

Or tips the bolt with flame:
Thy goodness breathes in every breeze,

And warms in every beam. . 6 For me, O Lord, whatever lot

The hours commission'd bring;
Do all my withering blessings die?

Or fairer clusters spring?
7 O grant that still, with grateful heart,

My years resign'd may run:
'Tis thine to give, or to resume,

And may thy will be done!

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242.
S.M.- Trust in God in every condition.
YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine

Bid every string awake.

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