Lift from the dust

your mournful

eye, And know the Lord, your help, is nigh; These sorrows from your breasts shall

roll, And comfort bless the humble soul : Let cheerful hope in every bosom spring, For boundless mercy dwells with heaven's immortal King

4. All ye

who bend beneath the stroke of time, And

ye

whose cheeks confess their healthy

3.
His power subdues our sins;

And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

4.
The pity of the Lord,

To those who fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel :
He knows our feeble frame.

5.
Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flower,
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

6.
But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.

142. c. M.

MRS. CARTER.

The compassion of God.

1. O Thou, the wretched's sure retreat,

Who dost our cares controul, And with the cheerful smile of peace Revive the fainting soul,

2.
Did ever thine indulgent ear

The humble plea disdain?
Or when did plaintive misery sigh

Or supplicate in vain?

3. Oppress'd with grief and shame, dissolved

In penitential tears, Thy goodness calms our restless doubts, And dissipates our fears.

4. New life from thy refreshing grace

Our sinking hearts receive; Thy gentlest, best-loved attribute, To pity and forgive.

5. From that blest source, propitious hope

Appears serenely bright,
And sheds her soft diffusive beam
O'er sorrow's dismal night,

6.
Our griefs confess her vital power,

And bless the friendly ray
Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.
143. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.
God's compassion to human frailty.

1.
LORD, we adore thy wondrous name,

And make that name our trust, Which raised at first this curious frame From mean and lifeless dust.

2.
Awhile these frail machines endure,

The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital powers no more,

But moulder back to clay.

3. Yet, Lord, whate'er is felt or fear'd,

This thought is our repose, That he by whom this frame was rear'd Its various weakness knows.

4. Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,

Whilst struggling with our load; In pains and dangers thou art nigh, Our father and our God.

5. Gently supported by thy love, We tend to realms of

peace; Where every pain shall far remove, And every frailty cease.

.

4. Engraved as in eternal brass

The gracious promise shines,
Nor can the powers of darkness rase
The everlasting lines.

5.
His
very
word of

grace As that which built the skies : The voice which rolls the stars along

Speaks all the promises.

is strong

145. P. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The faithfulness of God in his promises.

1.
The promises I sing,
Which sovereign love hath spoke;
Nor will the eternal King
His words of grace revoke;