Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood,

Bold fhall they appear in the presence of God.

4 For thou art their boaft, their glory and pow'r,

And I alfo truft to see the glad hour,

My foul's new creation, a life from the dead,

The day of falvation that lifts up my head.

5 For Jefus my Lord is now my defence;

I truft in his word, none plucks me from thence; [do; Since I have found favour, he all things will My King and my Saviour fhall make me

anew.

6 Yes, Lord, I fhall fee the blifs of thine own, Thy fecret to me fhall foon be made known: For forrow and fadness I joy fhall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe.

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HYMN CLXXXVIII.

L. M.

OW do thy mercies clofe me round!
For ever be thy name ador'd!

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In all things I do fo abound;

The fervant is above his Lord!

2 Innur'd to poverty and pain,

A fuff'ring life my Mafter led;
The Son of God, the Son of Man,
He had not where to lay his head.
3 But lo! a place he hath prepar'd

For me whom watchful angels keep;
Yea, he, himfelf, becomes my guard;
He fmooths my bed, and gives me fleep.

4 Jefus protects; my fears be gone; What can the Rock of ages move? Safe in thine arms I lay me down,

Thine everlasting arms of love.

5 While thou art intimately nigh, Who, who fhall violate my reft? Sin, earth, and hell, I now defy;

I lean upon my Saviour's breast.

6 I reft beneath th' Almighty's fhade,
My griefs expire my troubles ceafe;
Thou, Lord, on whom my foul is stay'd,
Wilt keep me ftill in perfect peace.

7 Me for thine own thou lov'ft to take In time and in eternity;

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Thou never, never wilt forfake

A helpless worm that trufts in thee.

HYMN CLXXXIX. S. M.

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OMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his fure truft and tender care,
Who earth and heav'n commands;
Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and feas obey:
He fhall direct thy wand'ring feet,
He fhall prepare thy way.

Thou on the Lord rely,

So fafe fhalt thou go on:

Fix on his work thy fteadfaft eye,
So fhall thy work be done :

No profit canft thou gain
By felf-confuming care;

To him commend thy caufe, his ear
Attends the fofteft pray'r.

3 Thine everlasting truth, Father, thy ceafelefs love,

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Sees all thy children's wants, and knows
What beft for each will prove;
And whatfoe'er thou will'f,

Thou doft, O King of kings!
What thine unerring wifdom chofe,
Thy pow'r to being brings.

Thou ev'ry where haft way, And all things ferve thy might; Thine ev'ry act pure bleffing is, Thy path unfully'd light: When thou ariseft, Lord,

What fhall thy work withstand? When all thy children want, thou giv'ft, Who, who shall stay thy hand?

HYMN CXC. S. M.

IVE to the winds thy fears,

God hears thy fighs, and counts thy tears,
God fhall lift up thy head:

Through waves, and clouds, and ftorms,
He gently clears thy way:

Wait thou his time, fo fhall this night

Soon end in joyous day.

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Still heavy is thy heart,
Still fink thy fpirits down;

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Caft off the weight, let fear depart,
And ev'ry care be gone:
What though thou ruleft not,
Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell
Proclaim God fitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.

Leave to his fov'reign fway

To choose and to command;

So fhalt thou, wond'ring, own his way,
How wife, how ftrong his hand!
Far, far above thy thought,

His counfel fhall appear,

When fully he the work hath wrought,
That caus'd thy needlefs fear.

Thou feeft our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee;
O lift thou up the finking head,
Confirm the feeble knee;
Let us in life, in death,
Thy fteadfast truth declare;
And publish with our lateft breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

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HYMN CXCI. L. M.

OD of my life, whofe gracious pow'r, Thro' various deaths my foul hath led; Or turn'd afide the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my finking head!

2 In all my ways, thy hand I own,
Thy ruling Providence I fee;
Affift me ftill my course to run,
And ftill direct my paths to thee.

3 Whither, O whither should I fly,
But to my loving Saviour's breast;
Secure within thine arms to lie,

And fafe beneath thy wings to reft? 4 I have no skill the snare to fhun,

But thou, O Chrift! my wisdom art; I ever into ruin run,

But thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,

Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me, where I my heav'n may find, The heav'n of loving thee alone.

6 Enlarge my heart to make thee room; Enter and in me ever stay;

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The crooked then shall ftraight become.
The darkness shall be loft in day!

HYMN CXCII.

JEHOVAH-JIREH, i. e. The LORD will provide, GEN. xxii. 14.

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HO' troubles affail, and dangers affright, Tho' friends fhould all fail, and foes all unite;

Yet one thing fecures us, whatever betide, The promise affures us, The Lord will pro

vide.

2 The birds without barn or ftore-house are fed: From them let us learn to truft for our bread; [ny'd, His faints what is fitting fhall ne'er be deSo long as it's written, The Lord will provide.

3 We all may, like fhips, by tempefts be toft On perilous deeps, but need not be loft: