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239. C. M. Encouragement from the Experience of God's Good

ness. Ps. xxxiv.
1 TAROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still

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,
How blest they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
4 Fear him, ye saints ; and you will then

Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight,

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 ;
Praise to the God, whose sovereign will

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.
3 There may the humble, pious mind,

Support in all its troubles find;
And on His outstretch'd arm may stay,
Whose power the earth and heavens display.

4 Whence then arise distressing fears?

Why do we still indulge our tears ?
Or why without those comforts live,

Our God and Father waits to give ? 5 O for a strong and lasting faith,

To credit what the Almighty saith ;
T' embrace the message of his Son,
And make the joys of heaven, our own.

241. C. M. God the Refuge of the troubled Mind. 1 My God! the visits of thy face

Afford superior joy,
To all that charms this thoughtless race,

Or can their hopes employ.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal ; Thy promises bring sweet relief

For every pain I feel.
3 But when distressing doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious God! where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would rise to thee,

Though prostrate in the dust.
5 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 ?

6 Thy mercy-seat is open still,

There shall my soul retreat ;
With humble hope attend thy will,

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 !
To ease the heavy load of care,

Which nature must, but cannot bear ? 2 Can reason's dictates be obeyed ?

Too weak, alas! her strongest aid ;
O let religion then be nigh,

Her consolations cannot die.
3 Her powerful aid supports the soul,

And nature owns her kind control;
While she unfolds the sacred page,

Our fiercest griefs resign their rage. 4 Then, gentle patience smiles on pain,

And dying hope revives again ;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,

And faith points upward to the sky:
5 The promise guides her ardent flight,

And joys, unknown to sense, invite
Those blissful regions to explore,
Where pleasure blooms to fade no more.

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,
Tbe voice of nature and of love,

That gladden every vale.
2 But softer in the mourner's ear,
Sounds the mild voice of mercy near,

That whispers sins forgiven ;
And sweeter far the music swells,
When to the raptured soul she tells

Of peace and promised heaven. 3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground; And groves and gardens, blooming round,

Unnumbered charms unfold :
Bright is the sun's meridian ray,
And bright the beams of setting day,

That robe the clouds in gold.
4 But far more fair the pious breasi,
In richer robes of goodness drest,

Where heaven's own graces shine ;
And brighter far the prospects rise,
That burst on faith's delighted eyes,
From glories all divine.

244.

C. M.

The Power of Faith.
1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,

And saves us from its snares;
Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all our care :
2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,

And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God, and heavenly things,

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.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign,
And bids us seek our portion there,

Nor bids us seek in vain.
5 On that bright prospect may we rest,

Till this frail body dies ;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings,

To endless glory rise.

245.

C. M. Aspiration after a livelier Faith. 1 Ah ! why should this mistaken mind

Still rove with restless pain ?
Delight on earth expect to find,

Yet still expect in vain ?
2 Faith, rising upwards, points her view

To regions in the skies ;
There, lovelier scenes than Eden knew,

In bright perspective rise. 3 0 ! if this heaven-born grace were mine,

Would not my spirit soar,
Transported gaze on joys divine,

And cleave to earth no more ? 4 Thou Power, from whose almighty breath

It first began to rise,
Purge off these mists, these dregs of earth,

And bid it reach the skies.
5 Let this weak, erring mind no more

On earth bewildered rove;
But with celestial ardor soar

To endless joys above.

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