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Thou art heaven on earth to me,
8s and 7s. 421.
Hope in God encouraged.
Should your trembling spirit sink ?
And of his sweet promise think.
Scenes, in dark and fearful shade:
Of prospective woes afraid ?
Still let love and faith abound;
Strength sufficient will be found.
When you most his kindness need;
The Promise of God sure.
When nature's affliction is near!
Thy smiles bring deliverance from fear:
That those who will trust in his name, Shall in the sharp conflict be spared,
His mercy and love to proclaim. 2 This promise shall be, to my soul,
A messenger sent from the skies,-
A refuge when tempests arise:
Its comfort impart to my mind,
To the cup of affliction resigned.
C. P. M. 423.
While yet the rod appears;
Transform these falling tears.
I have no other store :
I cannot ask for more.
C. L. M.
In trial's fearful hour,-
And bless his sparing power ;-
A fountain in the wilderness.
Though trials fix me there,
For he will hear my prayer ;
The Lord is nigh to answer me.
Still blessed when it takes;
Who heals the heart he breaks:
C. M. 425.
Depending on Grace.
That saved a wretch like me!
Was blind, but now I see.
2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved ;
The hour I first believed ! 3 Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come; 'T is grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home. 4 Yea--when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
A life of joy and peace.
The sun forbear to shine;
Will be for ever mine.
C. M. 426.
Submission in Trials. 1 MY times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;
And go at thy command.
Yet wonld I not repine;
They were entirely thine.
Though the whole world were gono,
C. M. 427.
Be my vain wishes stilled ;
With better hopes be filled.
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferred by thee.
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Thy love my breast shall fill;
My soul shall meet thy will.
The gathering storm shall see;
That heart shall rest on thee.
A Blessing humbly requested.
At thy feet we humbly bow;
Shall we seek thee, Lord ! in vain ?
In compassion, now descend;
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Till a blessing thou bestow.
That may joy and peace afford;
Full salvation to each heart.
Those, who are cast down, lift up;
Make them strong in faith and hope. 6 Grant, that all may seek and find
Thee, a God supremely kind :
L. M. 429.
Forgive us through thy matchless grace ?
Be thou our strength and righteousness. 2 Forgive thou us, as we forgive
The ills we suffer from our foes ;
Oh ! let us in thine arms repose. 3 Forgive us, for our guilt is great,
Our wretched souls no merit claim;
And ask but in the Saviour's name. 4 Forgive us,-0 thou bleeding Lamb!
Thou risen--thou exalted Lord !
C. M. 430.
The God of Bethel.
Thy people still are fed,
Hast all our fathers led :
Before thy throne of grace:
Of their succeeding ráce.
Our wandering footsteps guide;