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. ; + 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, 3. Thy judgments, Lord, are always right, 4. Before we knew thy chaft'ning rod, 3. I. With all the light we vainly boaft CCCXXXIII. The Shortness of Life. TIME! And days how fwift they are! Or like a shooting star. [2. The prefent moments just appear, 3. Our life is ever on the wing, 4 Yet, mighty GoD, our fleeting days 5. 'Tis fov'reign mercy finds us food, 6. His goodness runs an endless round 7. Thus we begin the lasting fong, And when we close our eyes; + CCCXXXIV. CCCXXXV. Satan repulsed, or Mercy pre- 3. Aaron the prieft refigns his breath T 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; 4. And thus on Jordan's yonder fide 1. "T 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, Far greater things than earth can yield 4. Thofe blissful, thofe tranfporting fmiles, 5. Thefe are the mighty things we crave; 1. CCCXL. God's Prefence the good Man's Comft. To Thee, my God, my days are known; My foul enjoys the thought; My 2. My actions all before Thy face, Each fecret breath devotion vents, And all my walks of daily life Before Thine eye appear. 3. The vacant hour, the active scene 4. Each golden hour of beaming light 5. Full in Thy view thro' life I pass, And when each mortal bond is broke, 6. Stripp'd of its little earthly all, And in a heav'nly heritage Its FATHER's bounty know. 4. Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 5. To-day, the gospel calls to-day: 6. Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood, How vile fo e'er he be 1. 2: 3. 4. 5. When CHRIST, the judge, fhall come He'll deal thy deeds their righteous doom, Food to the hungry give, Give to the thirty drink: To follow CHRIST is to believe, The man that loves the LORD, The dead profeffor counts His faith to action feldom mounts, (a) Mr. J. Hart's hymns, p. 200. 6. But 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.] ; [3. O might I once mount up and fee 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, |