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In soothing accents, Jesus said, "Lo it is I! be not afraid.

2 So, when in silence nature sleeps, And his lone watch the mourner keeps, One thought shall every pang remove * Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.'

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Blest be the voice that breathes from heaven,
To every heart in sunder riven
When love and joy and hope are fled-
Lo it is I! be not afraid.

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When men with fiend-like passions rage,
And foes yet fiercer foes engage;
Blest be the voice, though still and small,
That whispers—God is over all.'

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He calms the tumult and the storm ;
He rules the seraph and the worm ;
No creature is by him forgot,
Or those who know, or know him not.

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And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall call the pious dead;
Lo it is I! be not afraid.'

399. Confidence in God's Protection in the Dangers

of Duty-Ps. cxxi.

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Upward I lift mine eyes ;
From God is all my aid
The God that built the skies,
And earth's foundation laid :

God is the tower
To which I fly;

nigh

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His grace

In every hour.

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No real ill befalls
The objects of his care ;
And God, where'er he calls,
Protects in every snare :

Those wakeful eyes
That never sleep
His servants keep
When dangers rise.

3
In toils by night or day,
In pestilential air,
If duty guide my way,
Thou, Lord, art with me there :

Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.

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If guarded by thy word
From evils worse than death,
Well

may I to thee, Lord,
Commit my mortal breath :

I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
If from on high
Thou call me home.

400. Reliance on the Goodness of God, u Remesly

for Cure.

1 How gracious is our God!

How kind his precepts are ! •Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care.'

2 Since he for ever reigns, We may securely dwell;

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

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Oh! why should anxious thoughts

Oppress the sinking mind ?
Go fall before your Father's throne
And sweet relief you'll find.

4 Devoutly fear his name,

And know no other fear,
In every scene of life and death
Your Helper will be near.

401.
Hope in God.

1 The Lord can clear the darkest skies;

Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight.

2
The seed, though buried long in dust,

Will not deceive our hope :
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
Since God insures the crop.

3
The seeds of joy and glory sown

For saints in darkness here, Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown,

And a rich harvest bear.

402.
God the best Judge of our Necessities.

1
Author of good ! to thee we come :

Thine ever-watchful eye
Alone can all our wants discern,

Thy hand alone supply.

2 Oh let thy fear within us dwell!

Thy love our footsteps guide! That love shall all vain loves expel ; That fear, all fears beside.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,

Too oft the stubborn will, Mistaken, shuns the latent good, And grasps the specious ill :

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Not to our wish, but to our want,

Do thou thy gifts supply ;
The good, unask’d, O Father, grant ;
The ill, though ask'd, deny.

403.
Confidence in the Perfections of God.

1
The Lord ! how tender is his love!

His justice, how august!
Hence, all her fears my soul derives ;
There, anchors all my trust.

2
He showers the manna from above,

To feed the barren waste;
Or points with death the fiery hail,
And famine waits the blast.

3
His power directs the rushing wind,

Or tips the bolt with flame; His goodness breathes in every breeze, And warms in every beam.

4 He bids distress forget to groan,

The sick from anguish cease ; In dungeons spreads the healing wing,

And softly whispers peace.

5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot,

The hours commission'd bringDo all my withering blessings die, Or fairer clusters spring

6 Oh! grant that still, with grateful heart,

My years resign'd may run :
'Tis thine to give, or to resume ;
And let thy will be done!

404.
Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.'

1 Sam. vii. 12.

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My Helper, God! I bless his name;
The same his power, his grace the same :
The tokens of his friendly care
Open, and crown, and close the year.

2
I midst ten thousand dangers stand,
Supported by his guardian hand;
And see, when I survey my ways,
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

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Thus far his arm hath led me on ;
Thus far I make his mercy known ;
And while I tread this desert land,
New blessings shall new songs demand.
My grateful soul, on life's last shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more :
Then bear, in his bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

405.
Resignation and Thankfulness.

1
WHEN I survey life's varied scene,

Amid the darkest hours,

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