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4. His wrath, like flaming fire,

Burned to the lowest hell;

And in that hopeless world of woe
He bade my spirit dwell.

5. My friends, now friends no more,
At infinite remove,
Left me to gain their rich reward,
And taste forgiving love.

6. Then to the Lord I cried

He saved my soul from death;

To Him I'll give my heart and hands,
And consecrate my breath.

S. M.

1. LIKE Noah's weary dove,
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting-place above

The cheerless waters found.

2. O cease, my wand'ring soul,
On restless wing to roam;

All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

3. Behold the Ark of God,
Behold the open door!
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
4. There, safe thou shalt abide,

There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blest.

5. And when the waves of ire,

Again the earth shall fill,

The Ark shall ride the sea of fire,

Then rest on Sion's hill.

DWIGHT.

MUHLENBERG.

835.

836.

1. My spirit on Thy care,

Blest Saviour, I recline,

Thou wilt not lead me to despair,
For Thou art love divine.

2. In Thee I place my trust
On Thee I calmly rest;

I know Thee good-I know Thee just,
And count Thy choice the best.

3. Whate'er events betide,

Thy will they all perform;

Safe in Thy breast my head I hide,
Nor fear the coming storm.

S. M.

1. How gentle God's commands!
How kind his precepts are!
"Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust His constant care."

2. Beneath His watchful eye
His saints securely dwell;

That hand which bears all nature up,
Shall guard His children well.

3. Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

4. His goodness stands approved,
Through each succeeding day;
I'll drop my burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.

S. M.

1. Ir through unruffled seas,

DODDRIDGE.

Toward heaven we calmly sail,

With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,
We'll own the favoring gale.

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2. But should the surges rise,

And rest delay to come,

Blest be the sorrow-kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.

3. Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to Thy control;
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.

4. Teach us in every state

To make Thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.

7s.

1. JESUS, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last.

2. Other refuge have I none—

PRATT'S COLL.

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.
3. Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

Boundless love in Thee I find.
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;

Vile and full of sin I am

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4. Plenteous grace with Thee is found-
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within;
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

838.

839.

7s.

C. WESLEY,

1. WHEN on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2. When in ecstasy sublime,
Tabor's glorious mount I climb,
In the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3. When on Calvary I rest,
God in flesh made manifest
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace,
4. Here I would forever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

S. M.

1. My sorrows, like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into Thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.

2. O'ercome by dying love,
Here at Thy cross I lie,

Submit my soul, my all, to Thee,
And weep, and love, and die.

MONTGOMERY.

840.

3. "Rise," says the Saviour, "rise;
Behold my wounded veins !
Here flows a sacred, crimson flood
To wash away the stains."

4. See, God is reconciled!

Behold His smiling face!
Let sinners in His love rejoice,

And sound aloud His

grace.

S. M.

1. GIVE to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and be undismay'd;

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

2. Through waves, through clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3. Still heavy is thy heart!

Still sink thy spirits down!
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
Bid every care be gone.

4. Far, far above thy thought
His counsel shall appear,

When fully He the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.

5. What, though thou rulest not!

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well!

GERHARD.

1. WHERE wilt thou put thy trust?
In a frail form of clay,

That to its element of dust

Must soon resolve away?