BELMONT. C. M. 4 SAMUEL WEBBE. 1. Let ev ery tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strengthening hands up hold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 154 Goodness and mercy. 1 LET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, 2 When sorrows how the spirit down, 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel, Thou hear'st thy children's cry; And their best wishes to fulfill, 4 Thy mercy never shall remove Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise, And spread thy fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God. 3 Angels, where'er we go, attend Our steps, whate'er betide; With watchful care their charge defend, 4 Our lives those holy angels keep 5 And when our spirits we resign, 156 Charles Wesley. The twenty-third Psalm. 1 THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green; he leadeth me 2 My soul he doth restore again; 3 Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill; For thou art with me, and thy rod 4 A table thou hast furnished me My head thou dost with oil anoint, 5 Goodness and mercy all my life And in God's house for evermore Francis Rous 157 Rejoicing in deliverance. 1 O THOU, who, when we did complain, Didst all our griefs remove, O Saviour, do not now disdain Our humble praise and love. 2 Since thou a pitying ear didst give. 3 Pale death, with all his ghastly train, 4 To thee, O Lord of life, we prayed, And did for succor flee: "O save," in our distress we said, "The souls that trust in thee." 2 The least and feeblest there may bide Uninjured and unawed; While thousands fall on every side, 3 The angels watch him on his way, 4 He feeds in pastures large and fair O child of God, O glory's heir, 5 A hand almighty to defend, Henry F. Lyte. 159 The only source of blessing. 1 JEHOVAH, God, thy gracious power On every hand we see; O may the blessings of each hour Lead all our thoughts to thee. 2 If on the wings of morn we speed, 3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps 4 From morn till noon-till latest eve Thy hand, O God, we see; And all the blessings we receive, John Thomson. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, 2 O how can words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravished heart? But thou canst read it there. 3 To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned 4 When in the slippery paths of youth, 5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, 6 Through every period of my life 7 Through all eternity to thee Joseph Addison. 161 Verily, thou art a God that hidest thyself. Isa. 45: 15. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way 2 Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, Doxology. William Cowper To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore! Tate and Brady 162 Crowning God with praise. 1 KINGDOMS and thrones to God belong; 2 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms; 3 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest; Isaac Watts. God's presence with his people. An awful guide, in smoke and flame. Returned the fiery column's glow. To temper the deceitful ray. 4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light. 164 Sir Walter Scott. The great Provider. 1 PEACE, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear; Thy great Provider still is near; Who fed thee last, will feed thee still: 2 The Lord, who built the earth and sky. 3 Without reserve give Christ your heart; Samuel Ecking. 1 THE tempter to my soul hath said, "There is no help in God for thee:" Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head; My glory, shield, and solace be. 2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry. He beckoned, and the winds were still. 3 I laid me down and slept,-I woke ; Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain ; Bright from the east the morning broke, Thy comforts rose on me again. 4 I will not fear, though arméd throngs Surround my steps in all their wrath; Salvation to the Lord belongs; His presence guards his people's path. James Montgomery. work us woe; His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his e qual. 166 God a mighty fortress. 2 Did we in our own strength confide, And he must win the battle. 3 And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us; We will not fear, for God hath willed 167 2 They come to watch around us here, God's messengers of love. To soothe our sorrow, calm our fear: Ye heavenly guides, speed not away, God willeth you with us to stay. 3 But chiefly at its journey's end 'Tis yours the spirit to befriend, And whisper to the faithful heart, "O Christian soul, in peace depart." 4 Blest Jesus, thou whose groans and tears Have sanctified frail nature's fears, To earth in bitter sorrow weighed, 5 An angel guard to us supply, |