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268. GOD of my life, to Thee I call;

U Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail

Leave not my trembling heart to fail,
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,

Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where, but with Thee, whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,

And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,

That none shall seek Thy face in vain ?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,

Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God

Supports me under every load. .
5 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot,

Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

269 THOUGH keen the blast, and high the

Shall God not hear? will He not save ?
O, too distrustful heart, be still ;

Resign to His, thy patient will.
2 Mightier than winds and waves is He,

Who steers thy bark through life's rough sea;
Be still, my too distrustful heart,
Fulfil thy destin'd suff'ring part.

3 The low'ring storm will soon be past,

And hush'd the biting bitter blast;
And billows heaving now no more
Shall gently waft thee to the shore.

VHEN gathering clouds around I view,
" And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

-2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,

And sore dismay'd, my spirit dies,
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4. And, O! when I have safely pass'd

Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died :
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

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 ?
2 When, heavenly Lord, when shall I be,

A garden seal'd to all but Thee ?
No more betray'd, no more undone,

But live and grow for Thee alone.
3 Oft I repent and sin again;

Now I revive, and now am slain;
Slain with the same unhappy dart

That pierced before my heedless heart.
4 O, that this dying life might haste

To languish into life at last;
And o for wings to make the shore
Where I shall live, and sin no more,

272 THE Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

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.

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4 O make this heart rejoice or ache!

Decide this doubt for me ;
And if it be not broken, break,

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?"
2 Leaving all I love below,

Soon to God my soul must go;
From the Judge must hear my doom,

Fixing my eternal home.
#3 Could I bear to hear Him say,

“ Hence, accursed far away,
“ Banish'd from my face to dwell

“ With accursed souls in hell ?”
4 Jesus, help me now to flee
Where I may be safe with Thee:
Thy renewing Spirit give :

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.
6 Rather I might well rejoice,

Soon to hear my Saviour's voice;
Soon to bid the world farewell
And with Jesus ever dwell.

274 GREAT God, on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things :
Th' eternal states of all the dead,

Upon life's feeble strings.
2 Infinite joy, or endless woe

Attends on ev'ry breath ;
And yet how unconcern'd we go,

Upon the brink of death:
3 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,

To walk this dang'rous road :
And if our souls are hurried hence,

May they be found with God.

275 FATHER, when Thy child is dying,

© On the bed of anguish lying,
Then, my every want supplying,

To me Thy love display.
2 Ere my soul her bonds has broken,
Grant some bright and cheering token
That for me the words are spoken,

“Thy sins are wash'd away."
3 When, each well-known face concealing,

Death's dark shade o'er all is stealing,
Then, Thy gracious smile revealing,

Unfold eternal day.
4 When the lips are mute which blest me,

And withdrawn the hand that prest me,
Then let sweeter sounds arrest me,

Calling my soul away,

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