4 But if your ears refuse

The language of his grace,

And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews,

That unbelieving race:

5 The Lord, in vengeance drest,

Will lift his hand and swear,
"You that despise my promis'd rest
"Shall have no portion there."

Watts.

351. Delight in Worship. L. M. 1 Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by sacred ties,

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As travellers in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water brook.

4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the power of sovereign grace.

5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

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While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice,

And spend the remnant of my days.

352. God our Preserver. H. M.

1 Upward I lift mine eyes;

From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:

God is the tower To which I fly;
His is nigh In hour.

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2 My feet shall never slide,

Watts.

And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes, That never sleep,
Shall Israel keep When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,

Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun, And thou my shade,
To guard my head By night or noon.
4 Hast thou not giv'n thy word
To save my soul from death?

And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath:

I'll go and come, Nor fear to die,
Till from on high Thou call me home.

353. God our Portion. C. M.

1 God, my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help for ever near;

Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

Watts.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,

To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
"Twould be no joy to me;

And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,

God is

And flesh and heart should faint?
my soul's eternal Rock,
The strength of ev'ry saint.

354. Reliance on God. C. M.

Watts.

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 that are distress'd
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

3 Oh! magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name:
When in distress on him I call'd,'
He to my succor came.

4 Oh! make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;

Make you his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care. Tate.

355. Safety in God. L. M. 1 God is the refuge of his saints When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And wat'ring our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls. 5 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threat'ning hour; Nor can her firm foundations move,

Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.

Watts.

356. God's Blessing in Zion. L. M.

1 God, in his earthly temple, lays
Foundations for his heav'nly praise:
He likes the tents of Jacob well;
But still in Zion loves to dwell.

2 His mercy visits ev'ry house

That pay their night and morning vows; But makes a more delightful stay, Where churches meet to praise and pray. 3 What glories were describ'd of old! What wonders are of Zion told! Thou city of our God below,

Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know.