Trust in the Lord.

149.

HOW GENTLE GOD'S COMMANDS!

HOW gentle God's commands !

How kind his precepts are!

Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.

While Providence supports,

Let saints securely dwell:

That hand, which bears all nature up,
Shall guide his children well.

Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?

Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

His goodness stands approved
Down to the present day :

I'll drop my burden at his feet,

And bear a song away.

S. M.

PHILIP DODdridge.

150.

OUR DAILY BREAD.

AY by day the manna fell :

DA

Oh, to learn this lesson well!
Still by constant mercy fed,
Give me, Lord, my daily bread.

Lord, my times are in thy hand;
All my sanguine hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,

And would make thy purpose mine.

Thou my daily task shalt give ;
Day by day to thee I live:
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, my Father's will.

Oh, to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer;

Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude!

7.

JOSIAH CONDER. 1836.

151.

TRUST IN GOD.

E still, my heart! these anxious cares

BE

L. M.

To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ;

They cast dishonor on thy Lord,

And contradict his gracious word.

Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thoù want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?

Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise passed
That thou shalt overcome at last?

He who has helped me hitherto
Will help me all my journey through,
And give me daily cause to raise
New trophies to his endless praise.

JOHN NEWTON.

152.

AWAY, MY NEEDLESS FEARS!

S. M.

WAY, my needless fears,

A

And doubts no longer mine!

A ray of heavenly light appears,
A messenger divine.

Thrice comfortable hope,

That calms my stormy breast;
My Father's hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.

He knows whate'er I want,
He sees my helplessness,
And always readier is to grant
Than I to ask his grace.
My fearful heart he reads,
Secures my soul from harms,

And, underneath, his mercy spreads

Its everlasting arms.

Here is firm footing; here,

My soul, is solid rock,

To break the waves of grief and fear,
And trouble's rudest shock:

IN

'N thee, O Lord, my trust I place :
They cannot fail who rest on thee;
Thou hast upheld me by thy grace,
On to the close my refuge be.

Brought into life by thee at first,

My childhood's guide, my manhood's friend;
By thee till now sustained and nursed,
Why should I doubt thee to the end?

The guardian of my earliest hours,
The strengthener of my feeble frame,
Will not desert my sinking powers,
But love and tend me still the same.

Strong in thy righteousness I stand ; ·
On in thy might I hope to move;
And each new blessing from thy hand
Shall wake from me new praise and love.

HENRY F. LYTE.