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And whilft by night I muse on thee,`

My heart is fill'd with joy.

2. Thou giv'ft me reft upon my bed, Soft lumbers to mine eyes; Thy goodness is again renew'd, When in the morn I rife

3. Throughout the bufinefs of the day, Thine arm does me uphold; Amidst the terrors of the night, Thy prefence makes me bold.

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+ CCCXXXI. The Benefit of Afflictions. 1. Tis good to bear Thy rod "HY people, Lord, have ever found Afflictions make us learn Thy law, And live upon our God. 2. This is the comfort we enjoy, When new diftrefs begins;

We read Thy word, we run Thy way,
And hate our former fins.

3. Thy judgments, Lord, are always right,
Though they may feem fevere;
The sharpeft fufferings we endure
Flow from thy faithful care.

4. Before we knew thy chaft'ning rod,
Our feet were apt to stray;
But now we learn to keep Thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.

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With all the light we vainly boaft
Without Thy aid, our foare loft.
O turn us back to Thee again,
Or we shall fearch our ways in vain
Shine, and the path of life reveal,
And lead us up to Sion's hill!

CCCXXXIII. The Shortness of Life.
IME! what an empty vapour 'tis !

TIME!

And days how fwift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,

Or like a shooting star.

[2. The prefent moments just appear,
Then fide away in hafte;
That we can never fay, They're here,
But only fay, They're paft.]

3. Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh,
The moment when our lives begin
We all begin to die.]

4 Yet, mighty GoD, our fleeting days
Thy lafting favors fhare;
Yet with the bounties of Thy grace
Thou load'it the rolling year.

5. 'Tis fov'reign mercy finds us food,
And we are cloath'd with love;
While grace ftands pointing out the road,
That leads our fouls above.

6. His goodness runs an endless round
All glory to the LORD!
His mercy never knows a bound;
And be His name ador'd!

7. Thus we begin the lasting fong,

And when we close our eyes;
Let the next age Thy praife prolong,
'Till time and nature dies."

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CCCXXXV. Satan repulsed, or Mercy pre- 3. Aaron the prieft refigns his breath

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venting Despair.

IS falfe: thou vile accufer, go, I fee thro' all the thin disguise. Back to thy native realms below, Thou parent of deceit and lies! 2. Think not to drive my trembling foul, Laden with guilt, to black defpair; Haft thou furvey'd the facred roll, And found my name not written there? 3. Prefumptuous thought! to fix the bound, To limit mercy's fov'reign reign; What other happy fouls have found, I'll feek, nor shall I feek in vain.

At God's immediate will;
And in the defart yields to death
Upon th' appointed hill

4. And thus on Jordan's yonder fide
The tribes of Ifrael ftand;
While Mofes bow'd his head and dy'd,
Short of the promis'd land.

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O thee, our Gon, we hourly figh, But not for golden flores; Nor covet we the brightest gems,

On the rich eastern fhores.

2. Nor that deluding empty joy,
Men call a mighty name;
Nor greatnefs in its gayeft forms,
Our reftlefs thoughts enflame.
3. Nor pleasure's foft enticing charms
Our fond' defires allure;

Far greater things than earth can yield
Our wishes would fecure.

4. Thofe blissful, thofe tranfporting fmiles,
That brighten heav'n above;
The boundless riches of Thy grace,
And treasures of Thy love.

5. Thefe are the mighty things we crave;
(Each fay the blefling's mine!)
And all the glories of the world
We gladly would refign.

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CCCXL. God's Prefence the good Man's Comft.

To Thee, my God, my days are

known;

My foul enjoys the thought;

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My actions all before Thy face,
Nor are my wants forgot.

Each fecret breath devotion vents,
Is vocal to Thine ear;

And all my walks of daily life

Before Thine eye appear.

3. The vacant hour, the active scene
Thy mercy fhall approve;
And ev'ry pang of fympathy
And ev'ry care of love.

4. Each golden hour of beaming light
Is gilded by Thy rays;
And dark affliction's midnight gloom
A prefent GoD furveys.

5. Full in Thy view thro' life I pass,
And in Thy view I die;

And when each mortal bond is broke,
Shall find my GoD is nigh.

6. Stripp'd of its little earthly all,
My foul in fimiles fhall go ;

And in a heav'nly heritage

Its FATHER's bounty know.

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4. Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms confume:
But ah! deftruction ftops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

5. To-day, the gospel calls to-day:
Sinners, it speaks to you:
Let ev'ry one for fake his way,
And mercy will ensue ;

6. Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood, How vile fo e'er he be

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When CHRIST, the judge, fhall come
To render each his due;

He'll deal thy deeds their righteous doom,
And fet thy works in view.

Food to the hungry give,

Give to the thirty drink:

To follow CHRIST is to believe,
Dead faith is but to think.

The man that loves the LORD,
Will mind whate'er he bid;
Will pay regard to all his word,
And do as JESUS did.

The dead profeffor counts
Good works as legal ties;

His faith to action feldom mounts,
On doctrine he relies.

(a) Mr. J. Hart's hymns, p. 200.

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Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, But fin hangs heavy on my foul. 2.Thy wond'rous blood, dear dying CHRIST, Can make this load of guilt remove; And Thou can't bear me where Thou fly'ft, On thy kind wings, celestial dove.]

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[3. O might I once mount up and fee
The glories of th' eternal skies
What little things thefe worlds would be,
How defpicable to my eyes.]

4. Had I a glance of Thee, my Gon, Kingdoms and men would vanish foon; Vanish as tho' I faw 'em not,

As a din candle dies at noon;

5. Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I fhould perceive the noife no more
Than we can hear a fhaking leaf,
While rattling thunder round us roar.
6. Great All in All, eternal KING,
Let me but view Thy lovely face;
And all my pow'rs fhall bow and fing
Thine endless grandeur, and thy Grace.

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