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And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
5 He spreads his kind supporting arms
7 Peace from the bosom of his God,
8 To him protection shall be shown,
HYMN 519. C. M.
OD of my childhood, and my youth,
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
Y Father l—cheering name !
5 If anguish rend this frame,
HYMN 521. S. M.
2 Thus sweet the dawn of day
3 To slaves, oppress'd with chains,
4 Thus dear that Friend divine,
5 My God! to gospel light
6 Thy hand redeem'd the slave,
HYMN 522. C. M.
The Vicissitudes of Providence.
HE gifts indu'gent heaven bestows
2. While changing aspects all things wear,
3 More gaily smiles the blooming spring,
4 Then, christian send thy fears away,
HYMN 523. P. M. God the only Refuge of the Afflicted. TTOW vast is the tribute I owe Of gratitude, homage, and praise To the Giver of all I possess, The life and the length of my days' $2 Thou alone art the author of all ! The faithful, unchangeable friend! Thou alone our griefs canst remove, Thou alone from evils defend. 3 When the sorrows I boded were come, I pour’d out my sighs and my tears; To him who alone can relieve My soul breath'd her vows and her pray'rs. 4. When my heart throbb'd pain and alarm, When paleness my cheek overspread, When sickness pervaded my frame; My soul on my Maker was staid. 5 When death's awful image was nigh, And no one was able to save, Thou brighten'st the valley of death, And illum'st the gloom of the grave. 6 In mercy thy spirit dispels The shade of calamity's night; And turns the sad scenes of despair To mornings of joy and delight. 7 Great source of my comforts restor'd 1 Thou healer and balm of my woes! Thou hope and desire of my soul! On mercy I'll ever repose. 8 How boundless the gratitude due To thee, O thou God of my praise, The fountain of all I possess, The light and the life of my days! JERwis.
HYMN 524. Six Line Long Metre.
Imploring Divine Mercy. Ps. cxxx.
UT of the depths of sad distress, The gloomy mazes of despair, To heaven we raise our warm address ; Deign, O our God 1 to hear our pray’r O let thine ear indulge our grief, For thy indulgence is relief. 2 Shouldst thou, O God minutely scan Our faults, and as severely chide ; No mortal seed of sinful man Could such a scrutiny abide :But mercy shines in all thy ways, Bright theme of universal praise ! 3 With longing eyes we seek the Lord, Before his throne our souls attend : Firmly on his eternal word Our faith is fix’d, our hopes depend : On wings of love our souls shall rise In contemplation to the skies. 4 Ye pious minds ! on God rely : With full assurance in him trust ; He sends redemption from on high, And raises sinners from the dust. He will at length absolve his heirs From all their guilt and all their fears. DENHAM.
HYMN 525. Sevens Metre.
2 Deep regret for follies past,