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3. Thy gracious promises now fulfill,
And bid my trouble cease;
In Thee the fatherless shall find

Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
4. I've not a secret care or pain
But He that secret knows;
Thou Father of the fatherless,
Pity the orphan's woes.

782.

C. M.

1. THOUGH faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and woe,

My widowed feet are doomed to stray
'Mid thorny paths below-

2. Be Thou, O Lord, my Father still,
My confidence and guide;

I know that perfect is Thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.

3. I know the soul that trusts in Thee
Thou never wilt forsake;
And though a bruised reed I be,
That reed Thou wilt not break.

4. Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go,
Support me on my way,

Though worn with poverty and woe,
My widowed footsteps stray.

5. To give my weakness strength, O God,
Thy staff shall yet avail;

And though Thou chasten with Thy rod,
That staff shall never fail.

C. M.

1. "Twas in the watches of the night
I thought upon Thy power;

I kept Thy lovely face in sight,"
Amid the darkest hour.

783.

2. While I lay resting on my bed
My thoughts arose on high;
My God, my Life, my Hope, I said,
Bring Thy salvation nigh.

3. I strive to mount Thy holy hill,
And climb the heav'nly road;
And Thy right hand upholds me still,
When I commune with God.

4. Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of Thy wing;
My heart rejoices in Thine aid,
And I Thy praises sing.

C. M.

1. THOUSANDS, O Lord of Hosts, to-day
Within Thy temples meet;

And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at Thy feet.

2. They sing Thy deeds, as I have sung,
In sweet and solemn lays;

Were I among them, my glad tongue
Might learn new themes of praise.

WATTS,

3. The dew lies thick on all the ground-
Shall my poor fleece be dry?

The manna rains from heaven around-
Shall I of hunger die?

4. Behold Thy prisoner; loose my bands,
If 't is Thy gracious will;

5. I

If not, contented in Thy hands
Behold Thy prisoner still.

may not to Thy courts repair,
Yet here Thou surely art;

O give me here a house of prayer;

Here Sabbath joys impart. MONTGOMERY.

784.

785.

C. M.

1. I WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God!
And all Thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I long

To love Thee more and more.

2. Man's weakness, waiting upon God,
Its end can never miss

For man on earth no work can do
More angel-like than this.

3. He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;

God's will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.

4. Ill, that God blesses is our good,
And unblest good is ill;

And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His dear will!

5. When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison-walls to be,

I do the little I can do,

And leave the rest to Thee.

6. I have no cares, O blessed Will!
For all my cares are thine;
I live in triumph, Lord! for Thou
Hast made thy triumphs mine.

LYRA CATH.

C. M.

1. AUTHOR of good, we rest on Thec;
Thine ever watchful eye

Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

2. In Thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
O let Thy power be our defense,
Thy love our footsteps guide!

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3. And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,

We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,-

4. Not that we wish, but what we want,
Thy mercy will supply!

The good unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny!

C. M.

MERRICK.

1. FIRM as the carth Thy Gospel stands,
My Lord, my Hope, my Trust,

If I am found in Jesus' hands,

My soul can ne'er be lost.

2. His honor is engaged to save

The meanest of His sheep;

All whom His heavenly Father gave,
His hands securely keep.

3. Nor death nor hell shall c'er remove
His favorites from his breast;

In the dear bosom of His love
They must forever rest.

C. M. Peculiar.

1. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A balm for every wounded breast-
'Tis found above-in heaven.

2. There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose-in heaven.

3. There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;

WATTS.

When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.

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4. There, faith lifts her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.

5. There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given:
There, joys divine disperse the gloom-
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

C. M. Peculiar.

W. B. TAPPAN.

1. THIS world is poor from shore to shore,
And, like a baseless vision,

Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;
There's nothing rich but heaven.

2. Empires decay, and nations die,
Our hopes to winds are given;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky;
There's nothing sure but heaven.

3. Creation's mighty fabric all
Shall be to atoms riven-
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball;
There's nothing firm but heaven.

4. A stranger, lonely here I roam,

From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb;

I have no home but heaven.

5. The clouds disperse the light appears,
My sins are all forgiven;

Triumphant grace has quelled my fears;
Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!
I'm on my way to heaven.