3 S. M. Human Frailty. 1 LORD, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! 2 Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! 3 Our moments fly apace, Our feeble powers decay; 4 Yet if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, 5 They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore L. M. Prayer in Affliction. 1 GoD of my life, to thee I call, Afflicted, at thy feet I fall; O! while the swelling floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where shall I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse the humble plea? Does not the word still fixed remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 5 4 That were a grief I could not bear, 5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me, 6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, 7 s. Welcome to the Cross. 1 "Tis my happiness below, Not to live without the cross; But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss. Trials must and will befall; 2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds Trials make the promise sweet, Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way, Sunk in earthly, vain delight; But the true-born child of God, Must not, would not, if he might. C. M. Guilt of Conscience and Relief. I AMIDST thy wrath remember love, Nor let a Father's chastening prove 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart 3 My sins a heavy load appear, 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea That sinks my comforts down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father's frown. |