833. 4. His wrath, like flaming fire, Burned to the lowest hell; And in that hopeless world of woe 5. My friends, now friends no more, 6. Then to the Lord I cried He saved my soul from death; To Him I'll give my heart and hands, S. M. 1. LIKE Noah's weary dove, The cheerless waters found. 2. O cease, my wand'ring soul, All the wide world, to either pole, 3. Behold the Ark of God, There sweet shall be thy rest, With full salvation blest. 5. And when the waves of ire, Again the earth shall fill, The Ark shall ride the sea of fire, Then rest on Sion's hill. DWIGHT. MUHLENBERG. 835. 836. 1. My spirit on Thy care, Blest Saviour, I recline, Thou wilt not lead me to despair, 2. In Thee I place my trust I know Thee good-I know Thee just, 3. Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform; Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, S. M. 1. How gentle God's commands! 2. Beneath His watchful eye That hand which bears all nature up, 3. Why should this anxious load 4. His goodness stands approved, S. M. 1. Ir through unruffled seas, DODDRIDGE. Toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, 837. 2. But should the surges rise, And rest delay to come, Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm, 3. Soon shall our doubts and fears 4. Teach us in every state To make Thy will our own; And when the joys of sense depart, 7s. 1. JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, O receive my soul at last. 2. Other refuge have I none— PRATT'S COLL. Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; With the shadow of Thy wing. Boundless love in Thee I find. Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am Thou art full of truth and grace. 4. Plenteous grace with Thee is found- 838. 839. 7s. C. WESLEY, 1. WHEN on Sinai's top I see S. M. 1. My sorrows, like a flood, 2. O'ercome by dying love, Submit my soul, my all, to Thee, MONTGOMERY. 840. 3. "Rise," says the Saviour, "rise; 4. See, God is reconciled! Behold His smiling face! And sound aloud His grace. S. M. 1. GIVE to the winds thy fears, God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, 2. Through waves, through clouds and storms, 3. Still heavy is thy heart! Still sink thy spirits down! 4. Far, far above thy thought When fully He the work hath wrought, 5. What, though thou rulest not! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell GERHARD. 1. WHERE wilt thou put thy trust? That to its element of dust Must soon resolve away? |