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The saints should never be dismay'd
The God of life, whose constant care
NTO thine altar Lord,
Unite, my wand'ring thoughts, unite,
ITAL spark of heavenly flame!
THY does your face, ye
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power! 7 Without thy grace, I sink opprest, Where two or three, with sweet accord, With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, When langour and disease invade, Why sinks my weak desponding mind? When marshall'd on the nightly plain, With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, When bending o'er the brink of life, While I to grief my soul gave way, Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near, When I can read my title clear, Why should a living man complain, Where is my God? does he retire, What various hindrances we meet, When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, When sins and fears prevailing rise, With tears of anguish I lament,
What strange perplexities arise?
Ye dying sons of men,
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Ye humble souls, approach your God,