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Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be burl'd,
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fall,
My God, my heaven, my all.
In seas of heavenly rest,
Across my peaceful breast. 307 mwananacor Wareham. HOW oft bave sin and satan strove
To rend my soul from thee, my God! But everlasting is thy love,
And Jesus seals it with his blood. The oath and promise of the Lord
Join to confirm the wond'rous grace ; Eternal power performs the word,
And fills all heaven with endless praise. Amidst temptations sharp and long,
My soul to this dear refuge flies; Hope is my anchor firm and strong,
While tempests blow and billows rise. The gospel bears my spirits up;
A faithful and unchanging God
Lays the foundation for my hope,
In oaths, and promises, and blood. 308
Lambeth. TO whom shall I fly for relief?
To him that hath lov'd me so well, And who, when I sink into grief,
Doth all my infirmities feel :
My burden of trouble I cast;
For ever and ever shall last.
O Father, I mournfully bear;
Who ever entreats thee to spare :
He suffer'd my pardon to buy,
Demands for his people on high. 309
Hardcastle. O MY soul ! what means this sadness ?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Look to Jesus,
And thy sinful inclinations
Thou shalt conquer,
And thou tread'st the thorny road; His right hand shall still defend thee, 'Till he bring thee home to God.
Therefore praise him,
Like the heavenly host above,
Happy songsters! When shall I your chorus join ? 310
Ulverston. HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain Like one that seeks his God in vain ? Canst thou thy face for ever bide ? And I still pray, and be denied ? Shall I for ever be forgot As one whom thou regardest not? Still sball my soul thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return ? How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost !
But I have trusted in thy grace,
My heart within me dies,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
So high above my head,
For ever l'll abide;
The refuge where I hide.
Of those that fear thy name;
the same. 312 wawwares Gabriel Neu. WHY should the children of a King
Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring
Some tokens of thy grace.
Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?
And shew my sins forgiven ?
In the Redeemer's blood :
That I am born of God.
The pledge of joys to come:
Will safe convey me home. 313
Evans's. WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise;
And where's our courage fied ? Have restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead ? Have we forgot th’ almighty name
That form'd the earth and sea ? And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay.
In our Jehovah dwell;
And treads their foes to hell.
And youthful vigour cease