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AND PROVIDENCE. 4 I laid me down and slept :-I woke
Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain; Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again. 4 I will not fear, though armed throngs
Compass my steps in all their wrath; Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His presence guards his people's path.
HYMN 251. S. M.
AWAY, my needless fears,
And doubts no longer mine;
A messenger divine.
That calms my troubled breast, My Father's hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best. 3 If what I wish is good,
And suits the will divine ;
I know it shall be mine.
To frustrate his decree;
By Heaven designed for me. 5 Here then I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest,
Engage to make me blest.
HYMN 252. S. M.
GIVE to the winds thy fears;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
He gently clears thy way:
Soon end in joyous day.
Still sink thy spirits down?
Bid every care begone.
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell, Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
To choose and to command;
How wise, how strong his hand !
REJOICING AND PRAISE.
T His P
HYMN 253. C. M.  O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
Assist me to proclaim;
The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus !—the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
His blood avail'd for me.
New life the dead receive;
The humble poor believe.
HYMN 254. C. M.
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
And leap, ye lame, for joy,
Your God, ye fallen race;
Be justified by grace.
The Lamb of God was slain :
For every soul of man.
And Christ shall give you light,
And wash the Æthiop white.
Shall feel, your sins forgiven ;
And own that love is heaven.
HYMN 255. P. M. 
Who their Saviour obey,
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
When the favor divine
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I receiv'd,
My Redeemer to know;
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
Was my joy and my song;
He hath suffer'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love,
I was carried above
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. 6 I rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet. 7 0, rapturous height
of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood !
Of my Saviour possest,
I was perfectly blest,
HYMN 256. C. M. 
My heart shall be thy throne; Thy holy, just and perfect will,
Shall in my flesh be done. 2 I thank thee for the present grace,
And now in hope rejoice, In confidence to see thy face,
And always hear thy voice. 3 I have the things I ask of thee,
What shall I more require ? That still my soul may restless be,
And only thee desire. 4 Thy only will be done, not mine,
But make me, Lord, thy home; Come when thou wilt, I that resign, But oh, my Jesus, come!
HYMN 257. C. M.  COME, let us who in Christ believe,
Our common Saviour praise : To him, with joyful voices, give
The glory of his grace. 2 He now stands knocking at the door
Of every sinner's heart; The worst need keep him out no more,
Or force him to depart.