Than all the treasures of the south, 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, For I have trusted in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. 460. (463.) L. M. 1 THE darken'd sky, how thick it low'rs! 2 Yet let the sons of grace revive; God bids the soul, that seeks him, live; 3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown In secret foldings they contain 5 Then shall the trembling mourner come, 461. C. M. Affliction sanctified. Ps. xlii. AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save. 2 The hand that now withholds my joys In the dark watches of the night, When darkness and when sorrows rose The Lord has still sustain'd my steps, 5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes, A WARFARE C. M. 462. Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 1 AMI a soldier of the cross, follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, 2 Must I be carried to the skies, While others fought to win the prize, 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, In robes of victory through the skies, 463. C. M. Conflict between sin and hoitness. 1 WHEN heaven does grant at certain times, Amidst a pow'rful gale, Sweet liberty to moan my crimes, 2 Then do I dream my sinful brood 3 I get my foes beneath my feet, 4 But ah, alas! th' ensuing hour They rage and reinforce their pow'r 464. 1 C. M. Pleading with God under affliction. WHY should a living man complain Of deep distress within, Since every sigh, and every pain, 2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit, Yet sure I may, here at thy feet, 3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise, One trouble to another cries, 4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, 5 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look Beyond the gaping flood. 6 One look of mercy from thy face One all-commanding word of grace 465. 1 A DESERT. C. M. The Desert. 1 Pet. v. 8. WHEN night descends in sable guise, And spreads her gloom around, 2 Amidst the dreary desert wide, 4 The tempter's, like a lion's roar, 5 From every other help afar, 8. CHRISTIAN ASSURANCE AND CONFIDENCE IZ 466. GOD. (261.) C. M. The confidence of the Christian. I bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll 1 467. HOW L. M. do thy mercies close me round, 2 Inur'd to poverty and pain, A suff'ring life my Master led: |