5. In midst of dangers, fears, and death, And praise thee for thy mercies past, 6. My life, if thou preserve my life, And Ŏ may death, when death shall come, 179. L. M. DODDRIDGE. God the happiness and support of his people. 1. My God, whose all-pervading eye 2. Not the gay scenes where mortal men 3. Not all the fairest sons of light, 4. This feeble flesh shall faint and die, 5. But come, thou vanquish'd king of dread, 180. C. M. DARWIN. Trust in God in prosperity and adversity. 1. THE Lord, how tender is his love! Hence all her fears my soul derives, 2. He showers the manna from above, Or points with death the fiery hail, 3. He bids distress forget to groan, 4. His power directs the rushing wind, His goodness breathes in every breeze, 5. For me, O Lord, whatever lot 6. O grant that still with grateful heart 181. P. M. J. TAYLOR. Trust in God through all the changes of life. 1. FATHER divine, before thy view Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear! Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear. 2. From thee our vital breath we drew, Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear! Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear. 3. Whate'er we do, where'er we turn, Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear! Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear. 4. To thee we look, thou power supreme; Safe in thy presence may we live, Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear! Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear. 182. L. M. WATTS. Trust in the divine grace and justice. 1. My spirit looks to God alone; 2. Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, 3. Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God has spoke? 4. Once has his awful voice declared, Once and again my ears have heard, "All power is his eternal due; "He must be fear'd and trusted too." 5. For sovereign power reigns not alone, 183. c. M. COWPER. 1. GOD moves in a mysterious way 2. Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his great designs, 3. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : 4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5. His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. |