3 Sorrow and fear are gone, 4 It hallows every cross; 5 Jesus, to whom I fly, What though created streams are dry? I have the fountain still. 6 Stripp'd of each earthly friend, And peace and joy which never end, 895 Afflictions blessed. How to most gracious Lord! tender is thy hand, Afflictions came at thy command, 2 How gentle was the rod 3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's love we knew: 'Mid tears of penitence we knelt, And found his promise true. 4 Now will we bless the Lord, And in his strength confide: Jehovah ever be adored, There is no God beside. S. M. 896 C. M. The benefit of affliction. LORD, when to thee my sinking soul Did in affliction fly; Thy mercy did my griefs control, 2 How oft, when dark misfortune's band The seeming ill, at thy command, 3 The tempest that obscured the sky From earthly care and sensual joy, 4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn And humbly seek, with deep concern, 5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, roar; My heart defies your shock: Ye make me cling to God the more,― 897 Delivering grace celebrated. C. M. ORD, thou hast heard thy servants cry, Now shall we live-for none can die 2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Thy hand, that hath chastised us sore, 3 Here, with the' assembly of thy saints, Here we have told thee our complaints, IN COMMUNION WITH GOD. 898 Praises to the incarnate Son. C. M. 2 Come, tune afresh your golden lyres, Ye saints, in all your sacred choirs, 899 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. Rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks. R Your Lord and King adore: EJOICE, the Lord is King; Mortals, give thanks and sing, Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heaven; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; 4 He sits at God's right hand 5 He all his foes shall quell, With pure seraphic joy; 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, We soon shall hear the' archangel's voice; 900 COME, Glory begun below. OME, ye that love the Lord, Who never knew our God, 2 The God that rules on high, This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; S. M. He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face, There, from the rivers of his grace, To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 4 The men of grace have found Celestial fruit on earthly ground And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 901 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. COME, thou Fount of every blessing, 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer; |