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HYMN 227. 10s. & 118. 
start THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers af- DY
fright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all
unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us, the Lord will pro
vide. 2 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith; He cannot take from us (tho' oft he has tried) The heart-cheering promise, the Lord will pro
vide. 3 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain, The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain : But when such suggestions our graces have
tried, This answers all questions, The Lord will pro
vide. 4 No strength of our own, nor goodness we Our trust is all thrown on Jesus' name; In this, our strong tower, for safety we hide; The Lord is our power, the Lord will pro
vide. 5 When life sinks apace and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us through; Not fearing or doubting with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.
u HYMN 228. L. P. M. (164) THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care;
H | He?
His presence shall my wants supply,
HYMN 229, C. M. .
His wonders to perform ;
And rides upon the storm.
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sovereign will.
The clouds ye so much dread
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour:
But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
HYMN 230. L. M.  AWAY, my unbelieving fear!
Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no:
I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil, The with’ring fig-tree droop and die,
The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain,
And not one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin and only sin is here: Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he died for me. 4 In hope believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim,
Salvation is in Jesus' name.
My soul shall then outstrip the wind 3
HYMN 231. L. M.
HYMN 232.- L. M.
My longing heart implores thy grace:
O make me in thy likeness shine! 2 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,
With lamb-like patience arm my breast ; When grief my wounded soul assails,
In lowly meekness may I rest. 3 Close by thy side still may I keep,
Howe'er life's various current flow; With steadfast eye mark every step,
And follow thee where'er thou go. 4 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;
Alone thou hast the wine-press trod; In me thy strengthening grace be shown, O may I conquer through thy blood !
HYMN 236. L. M. ETERNAL Beam of Light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love; In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath and heaven above, 2 Jesus, the weary wanderers' rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love, and lowly fear. 3 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun. 5 Speak to my warring, passions, “ Peace;"
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still;" Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sovereign will.