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 ray of heavenly light appears,

A messenger divine.
2 Thrice comfortable hope,

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 ;
By earth and hell in vain withstood,

I know it shall be mine.
4 Still let them counsel take,

To frustrate his decree;
They cannot keep a blessing back,

By Heaven designed for me. 5 Here then I doubt no more,

But in his pleasure rest,
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,

Engage to make me blest.

HYMN 252. S. M.

GIVE to the winds thy fears;
Hope, and be undismayed:

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,

God shall lift up thy head.
2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,

He gently clears thy way:
Wait thou his time, so shall this night,

Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,

Bid every care begone.
4 What though thou rulest not?

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell, Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,

And ruleth all things well.
5 Leave to his sovereign sway,

To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own his way,

How wise, how strong his hand !

REJOICING AND PRAISE.

T His P

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HYMN 253. C. M. [88] O FOR a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master and my God,

Assist me to proclaim;
To spread through all the earth abroad,

The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus !—the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of cancell'd sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,

His blood avail'd for me.
5 He speaks—and, listening to his voice,

New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe.

SECOND PART.

HYMN 254. C. M.
HEAR him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,

Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,

And leap, ye lame, for joy,
2 Look unto him, ye nations; own

Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,

Be justified by grace.
3 See all your sins on Jesus laid:

The Lamb of God was slain :
His soul was once an offering made

For every soul of man.
4 Awake from guilty nature's sleep,

And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all your sins into the deep,

And wash the Æthiop white.
5 With me, your chief, ye then shall know,

Shall feel, your sins forgiven ;
Anticipate your heaven below,

And own that love is heaven.

HYMN 255. P. M. [88]
HOW happy are they,

Who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above !

Tongue cannot express

The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!
2 That comfort was mine,

When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;

When my heart it believed,

What a joy I receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus' name!
3 'Twas a heaven below,

My Redeemer to know;
The angels could do nothing more,

Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song;
O, that all his salvation might see!
He hath lov'd me, I cried,

He hath suffer'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love,

I was carried above
All sin, and temptation, and pain;

I could not believe

That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. 6 I rode on the sky,

Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his séat:

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,
As if fill'd with the fulness of God.

HYMN 256. C. M. [90]
THY presence, Lord, the place shall fill,

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. [91] 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.