And the feeble frame is torn

With anguish no medicine can ease,

If thy presence be granted, the soul is blest; She flies to thy bosom, and there finds rest. 4 And then, her one desire,

Is, to be conformed to thee,

And to pass through the furnace fire,
That her dross consumed may be ;

For if with them there, as, of old, thou wert,
Thy children can pass through the flames

unhurt.

5 And oh when the heart is taught

That in love each correction is sent; That thy tenderness changes not, But is proved by thy chastisement; Though the tear of distress unforbidden may flow,

Submission, and thankfulness, mingle with

woe

6 For the sense of thy pardoning love
Is shed o'er the soul like balm,
And she looks to the realms above,
And she feels a heavenly calm;

She knows that her treasure is laid up in store,

And that soon, very soon, she will suffer

no more.

*CXXII.

UNDER DEPRESSION OF SPIRITS.

"Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace."—Job xxii. 21.

1 ART thou acquainted, oh! my soul!
With such a Saviour, such a friend,
Whose power can all events control,
And from all evils can defend ?

2 Why art thou then opprest with fears ? Knowledge of him should give thee peace; Should check these mournful thoughts, and tears,

And bid these sad misgivings cease.

3 Is it the past that gives thee pain?

Sins, errors, falls, dost thou deplore ?
The atoning blood pleads not in vain ;

Thy God remembers them no more.
4 Do present troubles vex thy mind?
Sufferings of body, mental care?
In God a refuge thou wilt find,.

And oh what sweet relief in prayer!
5 Dost thou the unknown future dread,
Sorrows in life, or death's dark vale ?
In both shall light around be shed!
Thy God's sure promise cannot fail.

6 Dost thou with dread still greater, shrink From pain, for those on earth most dear? And oft, with sickening anguish, think On all they yet may suffer here ? 7 Oh! faithless, unbelieving heart!

So slow to trust that tenderest friend;
Who then will needful strength impart,

Who "loving, loves unto the end."
8 No longer doubt, nor fear, nor grieve,
Nor on uncertain evils dwell;
Past, present, future, calmly leave

To Him, who will "do all things well."

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"As thy days, so shall thy strength be."-Deut. xxxiii. 25. 1 AFFLICTED saint! to Christ draw near, Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; His faithful word declares to thee, That, "as thy days, thy strength shall be.” 2 Let not thy heart despond and say, "How shall I stand the trying day ?" He has engaged by firm decree,

That, "as thy days, thy strength shall be." 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong, And, if the conflict should be long, Thy Lord shall make the tempter flee, For, "as thy days, thy strength shall be."

4 Should persecution rage and flame, Still trust in thy Redeemer's name; In fiery trials thou shalt see,

That, "as thy days, thy strength shall be."

5 When thou art called to bear the cross,
Or some affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty,

Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be."

6 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue ; He comes to set thy spirit free,

"

And, as thy days, thy strength shall be."

*CXXIV.

COMPOSED UNDER SEVERE PAIN.

"Men ought always to pray, and not to faint."-Luke xviii. 1. 1 OFTEN, my God! when most I need Thy pitying aid, I seek it least ; And fail thy promises to plead, When weary, and with pain opprest.

2 For Satan, then, with guileful power,
Draws near, and tempts me to delay;
Suggesting still, from hour to hour,
"Thou art too sick, too weak to pray."

3" Nor mind nor body now can bear
The high employment; wait awhile!"

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Oh! what could comfort me like prayer What cheer me like my Saviour's smile?

4 I will approach thee-I will force

My way through obstacles to thee; To thee for strength will have recourse, To thee for consolation flee!

5 Not willingly dost thou so grieve

And chasten thy still pardoned child;
Wilt thou not soon my pain relieve,
And cheer me with thy accents mild ?

6 Oh, cast me-cast me not away,

From thy dear presence, gracious Lord! My burden at thy feet I lay;

My soul reposes on thy word.

7 To those who faint and have no might,
Thou freely givest strength and power:
Now grant me favour in thy sight,
And aid me in my suffering hour.

*CXXV.

"Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." John xiv. 27.

1 SAVIOUR! address these words to me!

Let not my heart thus troubled be,
Nor let it be afraid!