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3 The Lord our glory and defence,
Strength, and falvation gives;
Thy God for ever lives.
HYMN 263 .
Et me but hear my Saviour say,
“Strength shall be equal to thy day;"? Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 2 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me;
HYMN 264 JOB V. 19. 1 Why shou'd I doubt his love at last,
With anxious thoughts perplexe ?
Will save me in the next :
With more than conquest bleft,
To my redeemer's breast..
My everlasting rest froin fin !
My strength, and health, and Thield; and
My boast, my confidence, and might,
My gospel-hope, my calling's prize, :-My tree of life, my paradise..
H Y M N 266.
SA ALVATION! O the joyful sound !
What pleasure to our eats 1'' A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears. 2 Salvation !' let the echo fly
The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the found
3 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the praise belongs :
And dwell upon our tongues..
EVERY CREATURE AT God's COMMAND.
· Elijah's example declares,
Whatever distrefs may betide, The saints may commit all their cares
To him who will always provide. When rain long withheld from the earth
Occasion'd a famine of bread,
By ravens was constantly fed. 2 More likely to rob than to feed,
Were ravens who live upon prey ;
His goodness will find out a way.
Who know not how faith can prevail;
Than one of God's promises fail. 3 Nor is it a fingular cafe';
The wonder is often renew'd ;
Thus worldlings, tho' ravens indeed,
Tho' greedy and felfish their mind, If God has a servant to feed,
Against their own wills can be kind, 4 Thus Satan, the raven unclean,
That croaks in the ears of the saints, O'erruld by a power unseen,
Administers oft to their wants : God teaches them how to find food
From all the temptations they feel : This raven who thirsts for
Who on the good Shepherd rely!
Their wants he will surely supply.
All creatures obey his command:
And leave all my cares in his hand.
VANITY OF THE WORLD.
GOD gives his mercies to be spent,
Your hoard will do your soul nogood; Gold is a blefing only lent,
Repaid by giving ochers food.
2 The world's efteem is but a bribe :
To buy their peace you'll sell your own;
o fad conclusion that it brings ; The honey of a crouded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings. 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the foals.
That live upon her treach'rous smiles; She leads them blindfold by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles. 5 God knows the thousands who
down From pleasure into endlefs woe: They give a long despairing groan,
And dread their Maker as they go. 6 O fearful thought! be timely wise,
Delight but in a Saviour's charms,
Embrac'd in everlasting arms.
Like doves, to JESU's wounds;
Wherein free grace abounds.