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& Whene'er thy face is hid, they mouri,
And, dying, to their dust return;
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine. 4 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men.
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
And at thy touch the mountains smoke.
And tell their wants to sov’reign grace. 6 In thee my hopes and wisnes meet,
And make my meditations sweet.
Immortal hallelujahs sing.
(81.) L. M. 1 G LOD is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of deep distress invade. Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurt d
Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world:
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar:
In sacred peace our souls abide;
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. $ 'Midst storms and tempests, Lord! thy word
Does ev'ry rising fear control.
And well sustain the fainting soul. 72.
S. M. (82.)
Divine goodness a ground of trust. 1 GIVE to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismay'd:
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
He gently clears thy way;
Soon end in joyous day.
Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell
And ruletn all things well. 4 Thine everlasting truth,
Father, thy ceaseless love,
What best for each will prove. 5 And whatsoe'er thou will'st,
Thou dost, O King of kings; What thine unerring wisdom chose,
Thy pow'r to being brings. 6 Let us in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare;
Thy love and guardian care. 73.
(83.) L. M.
God appointeth afflictions. 1 NOT from relentless fate's dark womb,
Or from the dust, our troubles come. No fickle chance presides o'er grief,
To cause the pain, or send relief.
The cause and cure of your complaints.
Bid ev'ry murmur then be still.
Yet love directs his heaviest stroke.
4 Blest trials those that cleanse from sin,
And make the soul all pure within,
(84.) C. M. 74.
God a present help in trouble.
Our heav'nly Friend is nigh,
Or trembles in the eye. 2 Thou canst, when anguish rends the hearts
The secret wo control;
The sickness of the soul.
Capst sooth each mortal care; And ev'ry deep and heart-felt groan
Is wafted to thine ear.
Thy potent arm can save
And the devouring grave.
The ruthless hand of pain
The help of man is vain. 6 Tis thou, great God! alone canst check
The progress of disease;
The high command obeys.
And ev'ry bliss we feel!
Our grateful hearts appeal. 75.
(86.) C. M.
Man's dependence on God.
strong they be, Nor
While we confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.
And flourish bright and
And fades the grass away.
And dies if one be gone.
Should keep in tüne so long.
The God that form'd us first.
That rear'd us from the dust. 5 While we have breath, or life, or tongries,
Our Maker we'll adore.
(87.) P. M. 76.
God our pleasure. UPWARD I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;
God is the tow'r
In ev'ry hour.
Or fall in fatal snares;
Those wakeful eyes,
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev’ning air,
Thou art my sun,
By night or noon.
To save my soul from death?
I'll go and come,
(88.) L. M. 17.
The people of God safe. 1 THEX, that have made their
refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest their head. 2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire:
To shield them 'midst ten thousand dead, 3 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight deaths
Again grows pure, if God be there. 4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord,
Their very pains and death are blest. 5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire;