2 The men that know thy name will trust
In thy abundant grace;
For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.
3 Salvation to the LORD belongs;
His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.
The divine power and wisdom a ground of
1 HAST thou not heard, hast thou not known,
That firm remains on high,
The everlasting throne of Him
Who form'd the earth and sky?
2 Art thou afraid his pow'r shall fail,
When comes thy evil day?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary, or decay?
3 Supreme in wisdom as in pow'r,
The Rock of ages stands :
Tho' him thou canst not see, nor trace
The working of his hands.
4 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart
And courage, in the evil hour,
His heav'nly aids impart.
347. C. M. WATTS.
Trust in the divine goodness.
1 I TO my GoD my ways commit,
And cheerful wait his will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfil.
2 All my desires to thee are known,
Thine eye counts ev'ry tear;
And ev'ry sigh and ev'ry groan
Is notic'd by thine ear.
3 Mine innocence wilt thou display,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.
4 The meek, at last, the earth possess,
And are the heirs of heav'n:
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv'n.
Confidence in the promises of God. 1 PRAISE, everlasting praise, be paid To him who earth's foundation laid; Praise to the GOD, whose sov'reign will All nature's laws and pow'rs fulfil. 2 Praise to the goodness of the LORD, Who rules his people by his word; Where faith contemplates his decrees, And ev'ry gracious promise sees.
30 for a strong and lasting faith,
To credit what th' Almighty saith
T'embrace the message of his Son,
And call the joys of heav'n our own!
4 Then, should the earth's vast pillars shake,
And all the wheels of nature break;
Our steady souls should fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar.
5 Our everlasting hopes arise
Above the perishable skies;
And firm their basis shall remain,
When these to chaos sink again.
Trust in GoD, under the trials of virtue.
1 OH! how my fears the dangers move
That virtue's paths inclose!
While I the wise pursuit approve,
Alas, what toils oppose!
2 For see! ah, see! while yet her
With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrors raise,
Its snares delusive spread.
3 Oh! how shall I, with heart prepar'd Those terrors learn to meet;
How, from the thousand snares, to guard, And to restrain my feet?
4 But why art thou cast down, my soul? Say why, distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill?
5 Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude;
Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here,
Thy Maker wise and good!
6 He to thy ev'ry trial knows
Its just restraints to give!
Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve.
7 Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,
Still in thy God confide;
Whose finger marks the seas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.
1 GREAT GOD! thine attributes divine,
Thy glorious works and ways,
The wonders of thy pow'r and might,
The universe displays.
2 In safety may thy children rest
On thy sustaining arm;
Extended still, and strong to save,
From danger and alarm.
3 O may thy gracious presence, LORD!
Chase anxious fears away;
Amidst the ruins of the world,
Our guardian and our stay.
351. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
Glorying in God alone.
1 THE righteous LORD, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;
O'er all the earth his pow'r extends;
All heav'n before his footstool bends.
2 Yet justice still with pow'r presides,
And mercy all his empire guides;
Such works are pleasing in his sight,
And such the men of his delight.
3 No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast;
No more, ye strong, your valour trust;
Nor let the rich survey his store,
Replete with heaps of shining ore.
4 Glory, my soul, in this alone,
That Gon, thy God, to thee is known;
That thou hast own'd his sov'reign sway,
That thou hast felt his cheering ray.
5 My wisdom, wealth, and pow'r I find
In one JEHOVAH all combin'd;
On him I fix my roving eyes,
Till all my soul in rapture rise.
6 All else which I my treasure call,
May in one fatal moment fall;
But what his happiness can move
Whom God the blessed deigns to love?
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