2. Nor from the seat of scornful pride Still walks before his God. 3. That man shall flourish like the trees 4. But he whose blossom buds in guilt And like the rootless stubble tossed 5. For God, that God the good adore, BURNS. 1. How are Thy servants blest, O Lord, 2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 3. When by the dreadful tempest borne They know Thou art not slow to hear, 4. The storm is laid, the winds retire, The sea, that roars at Thy command, 186. 187. 5. In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, We'll praise Thee for Thy mercies past, 6. Our life, whilst Thou preserv'st that life, And death, when death shall be our lot, C. M. 1. WHY should the children of a King ADDISON. 2. Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints, When wilt Thou banish my complaints, 3. Assure my conscience of her part And bear Thy witness with my heart 4. Thou art the carnest of His love, And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, C. M. 1. O GOD! our help in ages past, 2. Before the hills in order stood, WATTS. 188. 3. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone Short as the watch that ends the night 4. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 5. O God! our help in ages past, Be Thou our guide while troubles last, C. M. 1. As pants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, 2. For Thee, my God, the living God, Oh, when shall I behold Thy face, WATTS. 3. Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs 4. God of my strength, how long shall I, 5. I sigh to think of happier days, When Thou, O Lord! wast nigh; 189. 6. Why restless, why cast down, my soul? The praise of Him who is Thy God, TATE AND BRADY. C. M. 1. GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame, We hear Thy breath in every storm, 2. Wide as they sweep their sounding way, 3. Thy mercy tempers every blast 4. Those gentle whispers let me hear, DODDRIDGE. 1. LET Zion and her sons rejoice- Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 2. Her dust and ruins that remain 3. The Lord will raise Jerusalem, 4. He sits a Sovereign on His throne, With pity in His eyes; He hears the dying prisoners' groan, 5. He frees the souls condemned to death; Shall it be said that praying breath 6. This shall be known when we are dead, That ages, yet unborn, may read, WATTS. 1. GOD! my supporter and my hope, Thine arm of mercy held me up, 2. Thy counsels, Lord! shall guide my feet Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat, 3. Were I in heaven without my God, 'T would be no joy to me; 4. What if the springs of life were broke, The strength of every saint. 5. But to draw near to Thee, my God! Shall be my sweet employ: My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad, WATTS. |