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1791.

C. M.
1. Christ leads me through no darker rooms

Than He went through before:
He that into God's kingdom comes

Must enter by this door. 2. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,

What must Thy glory be?
3. Then I shall end my sad complaints,

And weary, sinful days,
And join with those triumphant saints

That sing Jehovah's praise.
4. My knowledge of that life is small;
The
eye

of faith is dim;
But 't is enough that Christ knows all,

And I shall be with Him!

R. BAXTER.

792.

C. M.
1. It is the Lord-enthroned in light,

Whose claims are all divine,
Who has an undisputed right

To govern me and mine.
2. It is the Lord--who gives me all,

My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of His bounties may recall

Whatever part He please.
3. It is the Lord-my covenant God

Thrice blessed be His name;
Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood,

Must ever be the same.
4. Can I, with hopes so firmly built,

Be sullen, or repine ?
No, gracious God! take what Thou wilt
To Thee I all resign.

T. GREENE.

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793.

C. M.
1. AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er our heads the billows roll,

We know the Lord can save.
2. When darkness, and when sorrows rose,

And pressed on every side,
The Lord hath still sustained our steps,

And still hath been our Guide.
3. Perhaps, before the morning dawn,

He will restore our peace ;
For He who bade the tempest roar

Can bid the tempest cease.
4. Here will we rest, here build our hopes,

Nor murmur at His rod;
He's more to us than all the world,

Our Health, our Life, our God. COTTON.

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1. O God, my Refuge, hear my cries,

Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,

And triumph in my fears.
2. O were I like some gentle dove,

And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove

From all these restless things.
3. Let me to some wild desert go,

And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,

Temptations never come.
4. God shall preserve my soul from fear,

And shield me when afraid :
Ten thousand angels must appear,

If He command their aid.

5. I cast my burdens on the Lord,

The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon His word,

That saints shall never fall.

WATTS.

795.

C. M.
1. Father! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise.
2. “Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free!
The blessings of Thy grace impart,

And make me live to Thee.
3. “Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine

My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end.”

MRS. STEELE.

796.

C. M.
1. My God, my Father-blissful name-

0
may

I call Thee mine?
May I with sweet assurance claim

A portion so divine ?
2. This only can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye?
3. Whate'er Thy providence denies,

I calmly would resign;
For Thou art good, and just, and wise;

O bend my will to Thine.
4. Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains,

O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,

And trust His tender care.

MRS. STEELE.

1797.

C. M.
1. O LORD! I would delight in Thee,

And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,

My best, my only Friend.
2. When all created streams are dried,

Thy fullness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,

And glory in Thy name!
3. No good in creatures can be found
But
may

be found in Thee;
I must have all things, and abound,

While God is God to me.
4. O Lord! I cast my care on Thec;

I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be

To love and please Thee more.

RYLAND.

798.

C. M.
1. UNSIIAKEN as the sacred hill,

And fix'd as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,

That leans, O Lord! on Thee.
2. Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well

Old Salem's happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love,
That
every

saint surround.
3. Deal gently, Lord! with souls sincere,

And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of paradise,
Where Christ, their Lord is

gone.

WATTS.

799.

1. O LORD, hadst Thou been here! but when

Is not the Saviour nigh?
His
power

and love were present then,
Though Lazarus needs must die.

2. And when the Master seems to stay,

Regardless of our grief,
His tarrying never is delay,

But well-timed, sure relief.
3. He loves to come when others flee,

Or, coming, can not aid ;
To save in faith's extremity,

When hope's last glimmerings fade.
4. The house of mourning he prefers

With voice of love to cheer;
And sorrows are the harbingers

the Lord is near.

That say,

5. Lord, not in sorrow's hour alone,

We ask to feel Thy grace;
The hearts that once Thy love have known,

Would be Thy dwelling-place.

CONDER

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1. Not for the pious dead we weep;

Their sorrows now are o'er;
The sea is calm, the tempest past,

On that cternal shore.

2. Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure,

Within that better home;
Awhile we weep and linger here,

Then follow to the tomb.

3. O, might some dream of visioned bliss,

Some trance of rapture show
Where, on the bosom of their God,

They rest from human woe!
4. Jesus! our shadowy path illume,

And teach the chastened mind
To welcome all that's left of good,

To all that's lost resigned.

BARBAULD.

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