2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth.
And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?

3 On this support our souls shall lean,
And banish every care;

The gloomy vale of death will smile,
If God be with us there.

4 While we his gracious succor prove,
'Midst all our various ways,

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The darkest shades, through which we pass,
Shall echo with his praise.

1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let one murmuring thought arise,
His
ways are just, his counsels wise.

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work,-the cause conceals,
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;

And by his saints it stands confessed
That what he does is ever best.

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BURDER'S COLL.

Rejoicing in Adversity.

1 WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe,

Though vines their fruit deny,

The labor of the olive fail,

And fields no meat supply;

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2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
My flock cut off I see;

Though famine reign in empty stalls,
Where herds were wont to be:-

3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
And glory in his love;

In him I'll joy, who will the God
Of my salvation prove.

4 God is the treasure of my soul,
The source of lasting joy-
A joy which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

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"Blessed are they that mourn."

ANONYMOUS

1 IN trouble and in grief, O God,
Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.

2 The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entie,
Spread fragrance when they 're bruised.

3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs
By furious blasts are driven;
So life's vicissitudes the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven

4 All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot
In other times may be,

I'll welcome still the heaviest grief,
That brings me near to thee.

God Merciful in Affliction.

1 MYSTERIOUS are the ways of God,
And fear and blindness oft repine
We murmur 'neath his chastening rod
Because we read not his design.

2 Impending clouds his love has spread
O'er this low vale where morta's dwell
And oft we mourn his spirit fled.

When adverse tempests round us swell
3 But in those storms that sometimes roll,
Our mortal dwellings dark above,
Whose threatening shades dismay the soul
Dwells the bright presence of his love.

4 We cannot see him not a ray
Of all his glory there appears,
And oft we thread our darkened way,
Trembling with anxious doubts and fears.

5 Yet faith still locks beyond the gloom,
While hope's bright star illumes our night;
Pilgrims of earth! though dark the tomb,
It leads to scenes of bliss and light.

"He health the en in heart, and bindeth up their wouvis.”

10 Thor who driest the mourner's tea.
How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here.
We could not fly to thee!

2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Whien ke the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;

4 0, who would bear life's stormy doom
Did not thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

5 Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;

The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

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DRUMMOND.

"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in

trouble."

1 BEREFT of all, when hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
O what can save us from despair?
What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil
Can soothe the mourner's smart;
No mortal hand with lenient skill
the broken heart.

Bind up

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to peace can turn,
And light the lamp of joy and love
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;

His eye alone thy wound can see,
His hand alone can heal.

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The Same

NTGOMER

1 God is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid;

Secure in his omnipotence,

What foe can make our soul afraid

2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be burled His people smile amid the shock,

They look beyond this transient world

3 There is a river pure and bright,

Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains Where, in eternity of light,

The city of our God remains.

4 Built by the word of his command,
With his unclouded presence blessed,
Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand;
There is our home, our hope. our rest.

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ANONYMOUS

Trust amid the Severities of God.

THOU Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme

These woes of mine fulfil,

Here, firm, I rest; they must be best

Because they are thy will.

Then all I want,- O do thou grant

This one request of mine,Since to enjoy thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.

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