With both, our friendship shall be sweet,

And our communion dear. 2 God pities all our griefs:

He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect our souls,

And wise to guide our way. 3 How large his bounties are !

What various stores of good,
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand,

And purchased with his blood ! 4 Jesus, our living head,

Wé bless thy faithful care;
Our advocate before the throne,

And our forerunner there. 5 Here fix, my roving heart!

Here wait, my warmest love!
Till this communion be complete

In nobler scenes above.

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Sins and Sorrows laid before God.
OH, could I find, from day to day,

A nearness to my God!
Then should my hours glide sweet away,

While leaning on his word. 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live

Anew from day to day;
In joys the world can never give,

Nor ever take away.
3 Blest Jesus, come, and rule my heart,

And make me wholly thine;
That I may never more depart

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Nor grieve thy love divine.

4 Thus, till my last, expiring breath,

Thy goodness I'll adore ;
And when my frame dissolves in death,

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.
3 Transporting hope! still on my soul

Let thy bright glories shine,
Till thou thyself art lost in joys

Eternal and divine.

Be mercy

C. M. 400

The Fearful encouraged.
YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears,

all your theme;
Mercy-which, like a river, flows

In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell

Those powers will God restrain;
His arm shall all their rage repel,

And make their efforts vain.
3 Fear not the want of outward good-

For his he will provide;
Grant them supplies of daily food,

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.

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401

Refuge in God.
DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief,

For every pain I feel. 3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sovereign grace

Be deaf when I complain? 4 No-still the ear of sovereign grace

Attends the mourner's prayer;
Oh may I ever find access

To breathe my sorrows there! 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still ;

Here let my soul retreat ;
With humble hope attend thy will,

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.
3 My great Protector, and my Lord,

Thy constant aid impart;
Oh ! let thy kind, thy gracious word

Sustain my trembling heart. 4 Oh! never let my soul remove

From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust thy power and love,

And dwell beneath thy feet. 403

Prayer for the Christian Temper.
GOD of truth, and God of love!
Send thy Spirit from above;
Teach us so to speak and hear
That thy glory may appear
That in us the world may find
All our Master's gentle mind;
Thus our fellowship approve,

God of truth, and God of love! 2 God of truth, and God of love!

O’er our wayward tempers move ;
Touch them with celestial fire,
Holy love and zeal inspire:
While we feel the sacred glow,
Lay each evil passion low;

7s.

Frame us for the world above,
God of truth, and God of love!

YOUTH.

C. M. 404

Youth invited to Christ.
YE hearts, with youthful vigor warm,

In smiling crowds draw near,
And turn from every mortal charm,

A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 The soul that longs to see his face

Is sure his love to gain;
And those that early seek his grace

Shall never seek in vain. 3 What object, Lord, my soul should move,

If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,

Like what in Christ I see? 4 Away, ye false, delusive toys,

Vain tempters of the mind!
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice;
For here true bliss I find.

C. M. 405

Remember thy Creator.
WHILE in the tender years of youth,

In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait

Its summons to the tomb; 2 Remember thy Creator, God;

For him thy powers employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,

Thy portion, and thy joy.