5" Fear not" the terrors of the grave,
Or death's tremendous sting;
He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

235.

C.M.-The timorous Saint encouraged. Isa. xli. 10.

1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?

Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,
Our God for ever near?

2 Doth thy right hand, which form'd the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?

3 Dost thou a father's bowels feel
For all thy humble saints;
And in such tender accents speak,
To soothe their sad complaints?

4 On this support my soul shall lean,
And banish every care;

The gloomy vale of death must smile,
If God be with me there.

5 While I his gracious succour prove,
'Midst all my various ways,

The darkest shades through which I pass
Shall echo with his praise.

236.

C.M.-Support under Trials. Job v. 19. 2 Cor. i. 10.
1 WHY should I doubt his love at last,
With anxious thoughts perplext?
Who sav'd me in the troubles past,
Will save me in the next:

2 Will save, till at my latest hour,
With more than conquest blest,
I soar beyond temptation's power,
To my Redeemer's breast.

237.

L.M.-God the constant Support and Happiness of his People.
Ps. lxxiii. 25, 26.

1 MY God, whose all-pervading eye

Views earth beneath, and heaven above,
Witness, if here, or there, thou seest
An object of mine equal love.

2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men
Pursue their bliss, and find their wo,
Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heaven to view.
3 Not all the fairest sons of light,
That lead the army round thy throne,
Can bound its flight; it presseth on,
And seeks its rest in God alone.
4 Fix'd near the' immortal source of bliss,
Dauntless and joyous it surveys

Each form of horror and distress,

That earth, combin'd with hell, can raise. 5 This feeble flesh shall faint, and die; This heart renew its pulse no more; E'en now it views the moment nigh, When life's last movements all are o'er. 6 But come, thou vanquish'd king of dread, With thy own hand thy power destroy; 'Tis thine to bear my soul to God; My portion, and eternal joy.

238.

C.M.-Confidence in God.

1 OH! why art thou cast down, my soul?
Say why distrustful still,

Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill?'

2 Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude;

Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here,
Thy Maker, wise and good!

3 He, to thy every trial knows
Its just restraints to give;
Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve.

4 Though griefs unnumber'd throng thee round, Still in thy God confide;

Whose finger marks the seas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.

239.

C.M.-Encouragement to trust in God. Ps. xxxiv.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all who are distrest, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just: Protection he affords to all

Who make his name their trust.

4 O make but trial of his love!
Experience will decide

How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his name confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight;
Your wants shall be his care.

240.

P.M. -" I will trust." Isa. xii. 2.

1 BEGONE, unbelief!

My Saviour is near,

And for my relief

Will surely appear:

By prayer let me wrestle,
And he will perform;
With Christ in the vessel,
I smile at the storm.

2 Though dark be my way,
Since he is my guide,
'Tis mine to obey,

'Tis his to provide;
Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken
Shall surely prevail.

3 His love, in times past,
Forbids me to think

He'll leave me at last
In trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer
I have in review,
Confirms his good pleasure
To help me quite through.

4 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
Temptations or pain?
He told me no less;
The heirs of salvation,

I know from his word,
Through much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.

5 Since all that I meet

Shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet,

The medicine is food;
Though painful at present,
'Twill cease before long,
And then O how pleasant
The conqueror's song.

241.

C.M.-Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity.
1 THE Lord, how tender is his love!
His justice, how august!

Hence all her fears my soul derives,
There anchors all her trust.

2 He showers the manna from above,
To feed the barren waste;

Or points with death the fiery hail,
And famine waits the blast.

3 Crowns, realms, and worlds, his wrath incens'd,
Are dust beneath his tread:
He blights the fair, unplumes the proud,
And shakes the learned head.

4 He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease;

In dungeons spreads his healing wing,
And softly whispers peace.

5 Thy vengeance rides the rushing wind,
Ör tips the bolt with flame:
Thy goodness breathes in every breeze,
And warms in every beam.

6 For me, O Lord, whatever lot

The hours commission'd bring;
Do all my withering blessings die?
Or fairer clusters spring?

7 O grant that still, with grateful heart,
My years resign'd may run:
"Tis thine to give, or to resume,
And may thy will be done!

242.

S.M.-Trust in God in every condition.

1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;

Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid every string awake.