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5 In her secure and calm retreat,
He now enjoys a tranquil state;
282. L. M. MERRICK.
Imploring divine protection. 1 THINE eyes in me the sheep behold,
Whose feet have wander'd from the fold; That guideless, helpless, strives in vain
To find its safe retreat again : 2 Now listens, if perchance its ear
The shepherd's well-known voice may hcar; Now, as the tempests round it blow,
In plaintive accents vents its woe. 3 Great Ruler of this earthly ball !
Do thou my erring steps recall;
Forgiveness of sin upon confession.
Whose sins are cover'd o’er !
Imputes their guilt no more!
Their lips and lives without deceit,
Shall prove their souls sincere. 3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
And peace and pardon found. 4 Let sinners learn to pray;
Let all keep near the throne; Our help in time of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.
Devout Affections and Good Resolutions.
284. L. M. MERRICK.
The pleasures of devotion.
To thee, my surest refuge, fly :
Thy truth afford its cheering ray! 2 Conduct me to thy hallow'd seat,
Where wisdom, truth, and mercy meet;
My heart its richest gifts shall pay. 3 Thy mercies, to my heart reveal’d,
A theme of endless transport yield;
Thy praise does all my song inspire. 4 In all our cares, in all our woes,
On God our steadfast hopes repose;
285. C. M. Miss H. M. WILLIAMS.
Habitual devotion. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r !
Be my vain wishes stilld;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill’d. 2 Thy love the pow’rs of thought bestow'd ;
To thee my thoughts would soar; Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd :
That mercy I adore !
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferr'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bear,
Or seek relief in pray’r. 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill : Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The low'ring storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear :
That heart shall rest on thee!
286. S. M. WATTS.
The road that leads to death;
Will spend my daily breath.
2 I 'll worship at his throne,
When morning brings the light;
And pay my vows at night. 3 With all my anxious cares, I 'll lean upon the LORD;
on his arm,
The children of his love;
No earthly pow'r can move.
I'll cast my
287. L. M. WALKER.
Communion with God. 1 ENOUGH of life's vain scene I 've trod,
Sweet is this interval of rest:
His presence makes me truly blest. 2 Father and Friend ! relations dear,
Rejoicing to the human soul;
And ills (if ills there be) control.
That pours from the bright orb of day, ,
The world in all its rich display.
The touching charities of man;