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Thou didst brighten the valley of death,
And illumine the gloom of the grave. 5 In mercy thy presence dispels
The shades of calamity's night, And turns the sad scene of despair
To a morning of joy and delight. 6 Great source of my comforts restor'd!
Thou healer and balm of my wees! Thou hope and desire of my soul !
On thy mercy I'll ever repose. 7 How boundless the gratitude due
To thee, O thou God of my praise !
The life and the light of my days!
(439.) L. M. 679.
The frailty of man. 1 FIRM
was my health, my day was bright, And I presum'd 'twould ne'er be night: Fondly I said within my heart,
Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart. 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which macle my mountain stand so long;
My health was gone, my comforts died. 3 Hear me, O God of grace! ! said,
And raise me from among the dead:
Thy pard’ning love remov'd my guilt. 4 I will extol thee, Lord, on high
At thy command diseases fly:
Though grief and tears the niglit employ,
680. God delivereth his saints from afflictions
And pity'd ev'ry groan:
l'll hasten to his thrɔne.
And chas'd my griefs away:.
While I have breath to pray!
My off?ring shall be paid;
My soul in anguish made.
He bade my pains remove:
For thou hast known his love.
L. M. 681.
John iv. 35.
Behold the fields already white!
See ransom'd sinners flocking home. 2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind,
Their hearts are all as one inclin'd;
They bow, and to their God return. 3 Improve the harvest fleeting fast,
Ele yet the shining season past,
C. M. 682.
Sickness and Recovery.
The remnant of my days;
But to renew thy praise?
Did this weak frame sustain;
And nature sunk with pain.
Didst chase the fears of hell;
Thy matchless grace to tell.
On thy dear faithful breast; Pleas'd to obey my Father's call
To his eternal rest
Did I my soul resign.
Which made salvation mine.
At thy command I come:
C. M. 683. Afliction, or Meditation on God's Love
Ps. civ. 34. 1 WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay, 'T18 sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away.
The whispers of his love;
Where Jesus pleads ahove.
S Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Eternal joys my own.
My sins on Jesus laid;
My debt of suff’ring paid.
Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience, day by day,
His spirit's quick’ning breath. 6 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee!
P. M. 684.
Sweet Affliction.- A Song in a Storm IN
the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o'er me roll, Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my fainting soul; Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Praise the Lord. & Thus the lion yields me honey,
From the eater food is given, Strengthen'd thus l still press forward,
Singing as I wade to heaven,
Billows still around me roar,
But my soul defies your power:
In the sacred page recorded
Thus his word securely stands; • Fear not, l'm in trouble near thee,
Naught shall pluck you from my hands: Sweet affliction, sweet affliction,
Every word my love demands. 5 All I meet I find assists me
In my path to heavenly joy,
Trials never more annoy:
Still the path I'll ne'er forget,
To my blessed Saviour's seat-
(412.), L. M.
Thanksgiving 1 PRAISE, happy land! Jehovah's name;
His goodness, and thy bliss proclaim: For thee each blessing largely flows,
That freedom's lib’ral hand bestows. 2 Thy children are secure and blest;
Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest;
And adds his blessing ic their meat. 3 Thy changing seasons he ordains,
Thine early and thy latter rains;
And well the springing corn defends. 4 But he hath nobler works and ways,
To call his people to his praise: