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For what are all thine anxious cares,
Thy ceaseless toil ?
Lest in the broil
contend, Thy bark rich-freighted all engulft descend?
And bows thy head;
treasured heaps and splendid domes
Thy thoughts recede : The dream is o'er : then kiss the chastening
rod That points the road to virtue and to God.
And more secure :
And thoughts all pure;
How false her joys appear! Noise and confusion dwell within ;
Peace is a stranger there.
So near the gates of hell;
His choicest blessings share; Or, if he lifts his chastening rod, 'Tis with a father's care.
4. His mighty power shall guard the just,
His wisdom point their way; His eye shall watch their sleeping dust, His hand revive their clay.
His praise employ your tongue;
With this companion in the shade
5. Amidst the various scenes of ills, Each stroke some kind design fulfills; And shall I murmur at my God When sovereign love directs the rod ?
268. c. M.
Thine ever-wakeful eye
Thy love my footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.
Do thou thy gifts apply;
The ill, though ask'd, deny.
269. C. M.
Pious confidence in God.
Still pregnant with delight:
2. What though our mortal comforts fade,
And drop like withering flowers; Nor time nor death can break that band Which makes Jehovah ours.
3. My cares, I give you to the wind,
And shake you off like dust: Well may I trust my all with him
With whom my soul I trust.
270. s. M.
Where mingle thorns and flowers; Fair smiles the morn, in beauty drest,
But ah! the evening lowers.
We tempt the briny way;
of little faith,”
Temptation spreads its toils;
Her heavenly-temper'd shield,
Her bulwark innocence;
271. L. M.