ST. PETER. L. M.

*ARR. FROM A GERMAN CHORAL.

168

Security in God.

1 GOD is our refuge and defense; In trouble our unfailing aid:

Secure in his omnipotence,

What foe can make our souls afraid?

2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurled, His people smile amid the shock:

They look beyond this transient world.

3 There is a river pure and bright,

Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains;

Where, in eternity of light,

The city of our God remains.

4 Built by the word of his command,
With his unclouded presence blest,
Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand;
There is our home, our hope, our rest.

170 Quietness and assurance.

1 How do Thy mercies close me round!
Forever be thy name adored;

I blush in all things to abound;
The servant is above his Lord.
2 Inured to poverty and pain,
A suffering life my Master led;
The Son of God, the Son of man,

He had not where to lay his head.
3 But lo! a place he hath prepared
For me, whom watchful angels keep;
Yea, he himself becomes my guard;
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.
4 Jesus protects; my fears, be gone:
What can the Rock of ages move?
Safe in thy arms I lay me down,
Thine everlasting arms of love.
5 While thou art intimately nigh,
Who, who shall violate my rest?
Sin, earth, and hell I now defy:

I lean upon my Saviour's breast.

6 I rest beneath the Almighty's shade. My griefs expire, my troubles cease; Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.

CHARLES WESLEY.

HAYDN. S. M.

FRANCIS JOSEPH HAYDN.

173

Omnipotent goodness.

1 AWAY, my needless fears,

And doubts no longer mine;

A ray of heavenly light appears,
A messenger divine.

2 Thrice comfortable hope,

That calms my troubled breast;

My Father's hand prepares the cup,
And what he wills is best.

8 If what I wish is good,

And suits the will divine,

By earth and hell in vain withstood,
I know it shall be mine.

4 Still let them counsel take
To frustrate his decree;

They cannot keep a blessing back,
By Heaven designed for me.

5 Here then I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest,

Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power, Engage to make me blest.

1 LORD, I delight in thee,
And on thy care depend;
To thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

2 When nature's streams are dried,
Thy fullness is the same;
With this will I be satisfled,
And glory in thy name.

3 Who made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide:
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

4 I cast my care on thee!

I triumph and adore:

Henceforth my great concern shall be

To love and please thee more.

JOHN RYLAND, ALT.

DENNIS. S. M.

HANS GEORGE Naegeli,

176 Thy gentleness hath made me great.

Ps. 18: 35.

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,
Unchanged from day to day:
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.

177

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

Afflictions blessed.

1 How tender is thy hand,

O thou most gracious Lord! Afflictions came at thy command, And left us at thy word.

2 Pow gentle was the rod

That chastened us for sin!

How soon we found a smiling God Where deep distress had been!

8 A Father's hand we felt.

A Father's love we knew:

'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, And found his promise true.

To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shad:

JOSEPH ADDI,