1. WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise,
And where 's our courage fled?
Has restless sin, and raging hell,
Struck all our comforts dead?

2. Have we forgot the almighty name
That formed the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

3. Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4. Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigor cease;

But those that wait upon the Lord
Shall feel their strength increase.

5. The saints shall mount on eagle's wings,
And taste the promised bliss,

Till their unwearied feet arrive

Where perfect pleasure is.

WATTS.

all prayers

in one

1. ONE prayer I have

When I am wholly Thine;

Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,

And let that will be mine.

2. All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

3. May I remember that to Thee
Whate'er I have I owe;

And back, in gratitude, from me
May all Thy bounties flow.

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4. And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?

No, let me bless Thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

5. A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possess'd

And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

C. M.

1. My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in Thy hand;

MONTGOMERY.

My choicest comforts come from Thee,
And go at Thy command.

2. If Thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely Thine.

3. Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness,

In Thee, and Thee alone.

BEDDOME.

C. M.

1. O LORD! my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to Thy will,
And make Thy pleasure mine.

2. Why should I shrink at Thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3. No! rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to Thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

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4. Thy favor, all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant :
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

5. Wisdom and mercy guide my way—
Shall I resist them both;
A poor, blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth?

6. But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to Thy sway;
Else the next cloud that vails my
Drives all these thoughts away.

C. M.

skies

1. O THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye.

2. See, low before Thy throne of grace,
Á wretched wanderer mourn;

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said-" Return?"

3. And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from Thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!

4. O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine?

And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

C. M.

COWPER.

MRS. STEELE.

1. YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears;
Be mercy all your theme;
Mercy, which, like a river, flows
In one continued stream.

2. Fear not the powers of earth and hell:
'God will these powers restrain;
His mighty arm their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.

3. Fear not the want of outward good:
He will for His provide;
Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heaven beside.

4. Fear not that He will e'er forsake,
Or leave His work undone:
He's faithful to His promises,
And faithful to His Son.

5. Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Or death's tremendous sting:
He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

6. You, in His wisdom, power, and grace,
May confidently trust;

His wisdom guides, His power protects,
grace rewards the just.

His

C. M.

BEDDOME.

1. How vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison, too,
And every sweet a snare.

2. The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3. Our dearest joys, and nearest friends-
The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!

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4. The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5. Dear Saviour! let Thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

C. M.

WATTS.

1. ANGEL of God! whate'er betide,
Thy summons I obey;

Jesus! I take Thee for my guide,
And walk in Thee my way.

2. Secure from danger and from dread,
Nor earth nor hell shall move,

Since over me Thine hand hath spread
The banner of Thy love.

3. To leave my Saviour I disdain,
Behind I will not stay,

Though shame, and loss, and bonds, and pain,
And death obstruct the way.

4. Me to Thy suffering self conform,
And arm me with Thy power,

Then burst the cloud, descend the storm,
And come the fiery hour.

C. WESLEY.

1. CHILDREN of God, who, faint and slow,
Your pilgrim path pursue,

In strength and weakness, joy and woe,
To God's high calling true!-

2. Why move ye thus, with lingering tread,
A doubting, mournful band?

Why faintly hangs the drooping head?
Why falls the feeble hand?

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