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With both, our friendship shall be sweet,
And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs:
He pardons every day;
And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are !
What various stores of good,
And purchased with his blood ! 4 Jesus, our living head,
Wé bless thy faithful care;
And our forerunner there. 5 Here fix, my roving heart!
Here wait, my warmest love!
In nobler scenes above.
C. M. 398
Sins and Sorrows laid before God.
A nearness to my God!
While leaning on his word. 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;
Nor ever take away.
And make me wholly thine;
4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore ;
My soul shall love thee more.
C. M. 399
Providence and Grace. THANKS to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow; And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow. 2 Forever let my grateful heart
His boundless grace adore, Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.
Let thy bright glories shine,
Eternal and divine.
C. M. 400
The Fearful encouraged.
all your theme;
In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell
Those powers will God restrain;
And make their efforts vain.
For his he will provide;
And give them heaven beside.
4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone ; He's faithful to his promises,
Anu faithful to his Son. 5 Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Or death's tremendous sting; He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.
Refuge in God.
On thee, when sorrows rise,
My fainting hope relies.
For thou alone canst heal;
For every pain I feel. 3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf when I complain? 4 No-still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;
To breathe my sorrows there! 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still ;
Here let my soul retreat ;
And wait beneath thy feet.
C. M. 402
Refuge in God. DEAR Father, to thy mercy-seat
My soul for shelter flies: 'Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise. 2 My cheerful hope can never die,
If thou, my God, art near; Thy grace can raise my comforts high,
And banish every fear.
Thy constant aid impart;
Sustain my trembling heart. 4 Oh! never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat;
And dwell beneath thy feet. 403
Prayer for the Christian Temper.
God of truth, and God of love! 2 God of truth, and God of love!
O’er our wayward tempers move ;
Frame us for the world above,
C. M. 404
Youth invited to Christ.
In smiling crowds draw near,
A Saviour's voice to hear.
Is sure his love to gain;
Shall never seek in vain. 3 What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compared with thee?
Like what in Christ I see? 4 Away, ye false, delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!
C. M. 405
Remember thy Creator.
In nature's smiling bloom,
Its summons to the tomb; 2 Remember thy Creator, God;
For him thy powers employ;
Thy portion, and thy joy.