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268. GOD of my life, to Thee I call;
U Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;
Leave not my trembling heart to fail,
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Invites the helpless and the poor?
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
That none shall seek Thy face in vain ?
Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;
Supports me under every load. .
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
269 THOUGH keen the blast, and high the
Resign to His, thy patient will.
Who steers thy bark through life's rough sea;
3 The low'ring storm will soon be past,
And hush'd the biting bitter blast;
VHEN gathering clouds around I view,
-2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismay'd, my spirit dies,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4. And, O! when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
071 WHEN, O my Saviour, shall it be
That I no more shall break with Thee? When shall the strife of passions cease,
When shall my soul enjoy Thy peace ?
A garden seal'd to all but Thee ?
But live and grow for Thee alone.
Now I revive, and now am slain;
That pierced before my heedless heart.
To languish into life at last;
272 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in van
Insensible as steel ; taught is felt, 'tis only pain,
To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think mys
To love Thee, if I could
mes think myself inclin’d
But often feel ano
ten feel another mind, erse to all that's good.
4 O make this heart rejoice or ache!
Decide this doubt for me ;
And heal it, if it be.
DEATH.—HEAVEN.—ETERNITY. 273 W HEN the bell with solemn toll
"' Speaks a new departed soul, Each should ask himself, “ Am I
“ (Mortal too) prepar'd to die?"
Soon to God my soul must go;
Fixing my eternal home.
“ Hence, accursed far away,
“ With accursed souls in hell ?”
Cleanse my soul, my sins forgive. : 5 Sav'd from guilt, I need not fear
Though the tolling bell I hear : - Nor if soon it tolls for me
Should the thought alarming be.
Soon to hear my Saviour's voice;
274 GREAT God, on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things :
Upon life's feeble strings.
Attends on ev'ry breath ;
Upon the brink of death:
To walk this dang'rous road :
May they be found with God.
275 FATHER, when Thy child is dying,
© On the bed of anguish lying,
To me Thy love display.
“Thy sins are wash'd away."
Death's dark shade o'er all is stealing,
Unfold eternal day.
And withdrawn the hand that prest me,
Calling my soul away,