5 My God, how excellent thy grace,

Whence all our hope and comfort springs;
The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings:

HYMN 243. L. M. [312]
FORTH in thy name, O Lord, I go,

My daily labor to pursue;
Thee, only thee, resolved to know,

In all I think, or speak, or do.
2 Thee may I set at my right hand,

Whose eyes my inmost substance see;
And labor on at thy command,

And offer all my works to thee.
3 Give me to bear thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray;
And still to things eternal look,

And hasten to thy glorious day.
4 For thee delightfully employ,

Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath given:
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with thee to heaven.

HYMN 244. C. M. (311)
SUMMON’D my labor to renew,

And glad to act my part,
Lord, in thy name my work I do,

And with a single heart.
2 And of my every action thou,

In all things thee I see;
Accept my hallow'd labor now,

I do it unto thee.
3 Whate'er the Father views as thine,

He views with gracious eyes ;
Jesus, this mean

oblation join,
Toʻthy great Sacrifice.

4 Stamp'd with an infinite desert,

My work he then shall own;
Well pleased with me when mine thou art,
And I his favor'd son.

HYMN 245. S. M. [370]
THE Lord my Shepherd is,

I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place,

Where heavenly pasture grows; Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim;
And guides me in his own right way,

For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear;

[shade, Though I should walk through death's dark My Shepherd's with me there.

HYMN 246. C. M. [371] SOON as I heard my Father say,

“Ye children, seek my grace," My heart replied without delay,

“I'll seek my Father's face.”
2 Let not thy face be hid from me,

Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee

In a distressing day.
3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,

Leave me to want, or die,
My God, my Saviour will appear,

And all my need supply.

4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,

And trust, still fearing nought;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,

And far exceed your thought.

HYMN 247. 11s.

HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath

said,
Who unto the Saviour for refuge hath fled:
2 In every condition, in sickness and health,
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy day's may demand, shall thy strength

Where

ever be.

3 "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed, For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee

to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 4 "When thro' the deep waters I call thee

to go,

The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
5 “When through fiery trials thy pathway

shall lie,
My grace all sufficient shall by thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
6 "The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;

That soul, though all hell should endeavour to

shake,
I'll never--no never-no never forsake."

HYMN 248. L, M.
TO God most awful, and most high,
Who formed the earth, the sea, the sky,
To him, on whom all.worlds depend,
Our humbled hearts in sighs we send.
2 Will he who hears the raven's cry,
Reject our prayers and bid us die?
Will he refuse his help to yield,
Who clothes the lilies

of the field ?
3 Pale famine lifts at his command,
Her withering arm, and blasts the land;
The harvests perish at her breath ;
Her train are want, disease and death.
4 But when he smiles, the desert blooms,
New life is born among the tombs;
O'er the glad plains abundance teems,
And plenty rolls in bounteous streams.
5 Father of grace whom we adore,
Bless thy large family, the poor; ;
The poor on thee alone depend,
Continue thou the poor man's friend.
6 Content to live by toil and pain,
May we eternal riches gain;
Meanwhile by thy free goodness fed,
Give us this day our daily bread.

HYMN 249. S. M.
COMMIT thou all thy griefs

And ways into his hands,
To his sure truth and tender care,

Who earth and heaven commands.

2 Who points the clouds their course,

Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,

He shall prepare thy way.
3 Thou on the Lord rely,

So safe shalt thou go on;
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye,

So shall thy work be done.
4 No profit canst thou gain

By self-consuming care;
To him commend thy cause, his ear

Attends the softest prayer.
5 Thy everlasting truth,

Father, thy ceaseless love,
Sees all thy children's wants, and knows

What best for each will prove. 6 Thou every where hast sway,

And all things serve thy might; Thy every act pure blessing is,

Thy path, unsullied light. 7 When thou arisest, Lord,

What shall thy work withstand ? Whate'er thy children want, thou giv'st; And who shall stay thy hand ?

HYMN 250. L. M. THE tempter to my soul hath said,

“There is no help in God for thee :" Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head,

My glory, shield and solace be.
2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry;

He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves rolled by

He beckoned, and the winds were still.