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239. C. M. Encouragement from the Experience of God's Good
ness. Ps. xxxiv.
In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ. 2 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all,
Who on his succour trust. 30! make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide,
Who in his truth confide.
Have nothing else to fear:
Your wants shall be his care.
240. L. M. Confidence of good Men in the divine Faithfulness. 1 PRAISE, everlasting praise, be paid
To Him who earth's foundations laid ;
All nature's laws and powers fulfil. 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, Who rules his
people by his word ; Where faith contemplates his decrees,
And every gracious promise sees.
Support in all its troubles find;
4 Whence then arise distressing fears?
Why do we still indulge our tears ?
Our God and Father waits to give ? 5 O for a strong and lasting faith,
To credit what the Almighty saith ;
241. C. M. God the Refuge of the troubled Mind. 1 My God! the visits of thy face
Afford superior joy,
Or can their hopes employ.
For thou alone canst heal ; Thy promises bring sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
I fear to call thee mine;
And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious God! where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust;
Though prostrate in the dust.
And shall I seek in vain ?
Be deaf, when I complain ?
6 Thy mercy-seat is open still,
There shall my soul retreat ;
And wait beneath thy seat.
242. L. M. Christian Patience, Consolation, and Hope. 1 And is there then no lenient art
To heal the anguish of the heart !
Which nature must, but cannot bear ? 2 Can reason's dictates be obeyed ?
Too weak, alas! her strongest aid ;
Her consolations cannot die.
And nature owns her kind control;
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage. 4 Then, gentle patience smiles on pain,
And dying hope revives again ;
And faith points upward to the sky:
And joys, unknown to sense, invite
243. 61. C. M. The unrivalled Beauty and Glory of Religion. 1 Soft are the fruitful showers that bring The welcome promise of the spring,
And soft the vernal gale :
Sweet the wild warblings of the grove,
That gladden every vale.
That whispers sins forgiven ;
Of peace and promised heaven. 3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground; And groves and gardens, blooming round,
Unnumbered charms unfold :
That robe the clouds in gold.
Where heaven's own graces shine ;
The Power of Faith.
And saves us from its snares;
And softens all our care :
And lights the sacred fire
And feeds the pure desire. 3 The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give ;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
Where deathless pleasures reign,
Nor bids us seek in vain.
Till this frail body dies ;
To endless glory rise.
C. M. Aspiration after a livelier Faith. 1 Ah ! why should this mistaken mind
Still rove with restless pain ?
Yet still expect in vain ?
To regions in the skies ;
In bright perspective rise. 3 0 ! if this heaven-born grace were mine,
Would not my spirit soar,
And cleave to earth no more ? 4 Thou Power, from whose almighty breath
It first began to rise,
And bid it reach the skies.
On earth bewildered rove;
To endless joys above.