5" Fear not" the terrors of the grave, 235. C.M.-The timorous Saint encouraged. Isa. xli. 10. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord, Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, 2 Doth thy right hand, which form'd the earth, 3 Dost thou a father's bowels feel 4 On this support my soul shall lean, The gloomy vale of death must smile, 5 While I his gracious succour prove, The darkest shades through which I pass 236. C.M.-Support under Trials. Job v. 19. 2 Cor. i. 10. 2 Will save, till at my latest hour, 237. L.M.-God the constant Support and Happiness of his People. 1 MY God, whose all-pervading eye Views earth beneath, and heaven above, 2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men 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? Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll 2 Let faith suppress each rising fear, Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here, 3 He, to thy every trial knows 4 Though griefs unnumber'd throng thee round, Still in thy God confide; Whose finger marks the seas their bound, 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! How blest are they, and only they, 5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then 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, 2 Though dark be my way, 'Tis his to provide; 3 His love, in times past, He'll leave me at last 4 Why should I complain I know from his word, 5 Since all that I meet Shall work for my good, The medicine is food; 241. C.M.-Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity. Hence all her fears my soul derives, 2 He showers the manna from above, Or points with death the fiery hail, 3 Crowns, realms, and worlds, his wrath incens'd, 4 He bids distress forget to groan, In dungeons spreads his healing wing, 5 Thy vengeance rides the rushing wind, 6 For me, O Lord, whatever lot The hours commission'd bring; 7 O grant that still, with grateful heart, 242. S.M.-Trust in God in every condition. 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Loud to the praise of love divine |