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3 0! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learnThat God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But, O my God! one look from thee' Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
God speaking Peace to his People. Ps. 85. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite In silence soft and sweet:
And thou, my soul, sit gently down
2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,
For lo! the everlasting God
3 Harmonious accents to my soul
4 By all its joys, I charge my heart
1 Look back, my soul, with grateful love
2 How oft hath his indulgent hand
3 When on the bed of pain I lay,
4 Back from destruction's yawning pit
5 My broken spirit he hath cheered,
6 Still will I walk before his face,
Till grace shall all its work complete, And teach me heavenly songs.
The Rest of the grateful Soul. Ps. 116.
2 Safe in thy care, I fear no more
The tempest's howl, the billows' roar:
3 Thy bounties, Lord, to me surmount
4 Rich in ten thousand gifts possessed,
Praising God in Life and Death.
1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God!
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 In each bright hour of peace and hope,
3 When gloomy care or keen distress Invades my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And soothe my pains to rest.
4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
My life, with all my active powers,
5 And though these lips shall cease to move,
6 Then shall my powers in endless strains Their grateful tribute pay:
The theme demands an angel's tongue,
Days of the Upright known to God. Ps. 37.
1 To thee, my God, my days are known;
2 Each secret breath devotion vents
And all my walks of daily life
3 The vacant hour, the active scene,
And every pang of sympathy,
4 Each golden hour of beaming light
And dark affliction's midnight gloom
5 Full in thy view through life I pass,
And when each mortal bond is broke,
7 & 6s. M.
The Soul aspiring to Heaven.
1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Towards heaven, thy native place.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
To rest in his embrace.