PORTUGUESE HYMN. 11s. Concluded.

I How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can he say than to you He hath said,
Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled:—

2" Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed;
For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid:
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

5 "Ev'n down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;

And then, when gray hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

6 "The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose,

I will not, I will not desert to his foes:

That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake!"'

George Keith (?), 1787.

My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.

3 When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;

Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see;

My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on Thee.

Miss Helen Maria Williams, 1790.

432

Mor 1452
PrN
PrS
RAM 123

24

RUS 372

RfE 316

I O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me!

2 When on my aching burdened heart,
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Thus, Lord, remember me!

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

Oh, let my strength be as my day-
Dear Lord, remember me!

4 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait Thy just decree;

Be this the prayer of my last breath:
Now, Lord, remember me!

5 And when before Thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to Thee,

Then with the saints at Thy right hand,
O Lord, remember me!

Rev. Thomas Haweis, 1791.
Rev. Thomas Cotterill, 1819.

Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.

7 Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield
And brighter bliss of heaven.

Rev. Timothy Dwight, 1800.

I Dread Jehovah! God of nations!
From Thy temple in the skies,
Hear Thy people's supplications;
Now for their deliv'rance rise.

2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
In Thy holy place we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

PrN 840

PrS om

RUS om
Rf E 240
UBr

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, RAM 898
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding;
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

4 Let that mercy veil transgression;
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save Thy people from oppression;
Save from spoil Thy holy place.

om

BCh om
Hat om

HES om

HEM om

HSP 843

H&L om

LWB om

RSS

om

RLD

om

C. F., 1804.