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587.

C. M.

COTTON.

In Affliction.

1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

2 When darkness and when sorrows rose,
And pressed on every side,
The Lord has still sustained my steps,
And still has been my guide.

3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn,
He will restore my peace;
For he who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.

4 In the dark watches of the night
I'll count his mercies o'er;

I'll praise him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

5 Here will I rest, here build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more than all the world to me,-
My health, my life, my God!

588.

MISCELLANEOUS.

C. M.

WATTS.

Power of Sin broken at Death.

1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they be! And, like a violent sea,

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing and tell
The wonders of his grace;
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

5 Forever his dear sacred name

Shall dwell upon our tongue;
And Jesus and salvation be

The close of every song.

589.

L. M.

Pride Lamented.

STENNETT.

1 OFT have I turned my eye within,
And brought to light some latent sin;
But pride, the vice I most detest,
Still lurks securely in my breast.

2 Here with a thousand arts she tries
To dress me in a fair disguise,
To make a guilty wretched worm
Put on an angel's brightest form.

3 She hides my follies from mine eyes,
And lifts my virtues to the skies;
And while the specious tale she tells,
Her own deformity conceals.

4 Rend, O my God, the veil away:
Bring forth the monster to the day;
Expose her hideous form to view,
And all her restless power subdue.

5 So shall humility divine

Again possess this heart of mine ;
And form a temple for my God,
Which he will make his loved abode.

590.

L. M.

*ENFIELD.

Absurdity of Pride.

1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay
Who, from the cradle to the shroud,
Lives but the insect of a day,—
O why should mortal man be proud?

2 His brightest visions just appear,-
Then vanish, and no more are found;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,
A breath may level with the ground.
3 By doubt perplexed, in error lost,
With trembling step he seeks his way;
How vain of wisdom's gift the boast!
Of reason's lamp how faint the ray!
4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum,
Are crowded in life's little span :
How ill, alas! does pride become
That erring, guilty creature, man!
5 God of our lives! Father divine!
Give us a meek and lowly mind;
In modest worth O let us shine,
And peace in humble virtue find.

591.

L. M.

BEDDOME

Inconstancy in Religion,

1 THE wandering star, and fleeting wind,
Both represent th' unstable mind;
The morning cloud, and early dew,
Bring our inconstancy to view.

2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star,
Faint and imperfect emblems are;
Nor can there ought in nature be
So fickle and so false as we.

3 Our outward walk, and inward frame,
Scarce through a single hour the same;
We vow, and straight our vows forget,
And then these very vows repeat,

4 We sin forsake, to sin return;

Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn;
In deep distress, then raptures feel,
We soar to heaven, then sink to hell.

5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess
Our folly and unsteadfastness;
When shall these hearts more fixed be,
Fixed by thy grace, and fixed for thee?

592,

L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

Despondency Reproved.

1 WHY sinks my weak desponding mind?
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?
Can sovereign goodness be unkind?
Am I not safe if God is nigh?

2 He holds all nature in his hand;
That gracious hand on which I live
Doth life and time and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.

3 'Tis he supports this fainting frame;
On him alone my hopes recline;
The wondrous glories of his name,
How wide they spread! how bright they shine'

4 Infinite wisdom! boundless power!
Unchanging faithfulness and love!
Here let me trust, while I adore,-
Nor from my refuge e'er remove.

5 My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then have I all my heart can crave;
A present help in time of need;
Still kind to hear, and strong to save.

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