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Human Frailty. 1 LORD, what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!
That scarce deserves the name !
2 Alas, the brittle clay
That built our body first !
"Tis mouldering back to dust.
3 Our moments fly apace,
Our feeble powers decay;
Are sweeping us away. 4 Yet if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.
5 They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea; Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.
Prayer in Affliction. i God of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted, at thy feet I fall;
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 ?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer: The promise of a faithful God, Supports me under every load.
5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me,
I have an advocate with thee ;
6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ;
Welcome to the Cross. į "Iis my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross;
Sanctifying every loss.
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
This is happiness to me.
2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the soil.
Trials give new life to prayer ;
Lay me low, and keep me there.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
I should prove a cast-away?
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
Must not, would not, if he might.
C. M. Guilt of Conscience and Relief. | Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord,
Like an avenger's sword.
2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart
My spirit finds no rest.
And o'er my head are gone;
Too hard for me tatone.
4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea
That sinks my comforts down;
Beneath my Father's frown.