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The Benefit of Affliction.
i O God, to thee my sinking soul
In deep distress doth fly;
And all my wants supply. 2 How oft, when dark misfortune's band
Around their victim stood,
Hath changed to real good!
3 The tempest that obscured the sky
Hath set my bosom free
And turned my thoughts to thee.
AMiction's blast hath made me learn
To feel for others' woe, And humbly seek, with deep concern,
My own defects to know.
5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, roar;
My heart defies your shock; Ye make me cling to God the more,
To God, my sheltering Rock.
580. DODDRIDGE. Deliverances celebrated. 1 Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done; Praise him for his unnumbered gifts,
And praise him for his Son.
2 How oft hath his indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
When I in danger cried!
3 When on the bed of pain I lay,
With sickness sore oppressed, How oft hath he assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest!
4 Back from destruction's yawning pit
At his command I came;
And raised its feeble flame.
5 My broken spirit he hath cheered,
When torn with inward grief; And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Hath brought me swift relief.
6 Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs ;
And teach me heavenly songs.
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God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.
i Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
Bread of heaven,
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subsi le ;
Songs of praises
L. M. 582. MORAVIAN.
Living to God.
So shall I run and never tire ;
Nor sin can come, if thou art here. 2 From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable thou hast me viewed ;
And close me in on every side.
In weakness be thy love my power;
Deliverance celebrated, and good Resolutions formed.
i GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace; Crowned with thy mercy, we rejoice, And in thy praise exalt our voice. 2 By thee heaveu's shining arch was spread; By thee were carth's foundations laid; And all the charms of man's abode Proclaim the wise, the gracious God.
3 Thy tender hard restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death;
4 These lives are sacred to the Lord;
Kindled by him, by him restored ;
5 So, when by him our souls are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
Trust in God's Word.
1 When sin and sorrow, fear and pain,
My trembling heart dismay,
It sinks and dies away.
2 My spirit asks a firmer prop;
I lean upon the Lord;
Is thy unchanging word.
Celestial beings know;
Supports the saints below.
And heaven's immortal frame; Then let my soul suppress her fears,
My basis is the same.
For ever must remain ;
Nor shall my trust be vain.
L. M. 585.
SIR W. Scott. Imploring the Constant Presence of God. 1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column's glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,