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Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy spirit form'd my soul within: Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have trusted in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.
(463.) L. M. 1 THE darkend sky, how thick it low'rs!
Troubled with storms, and big with show'rs; No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears. 2. Yet let the sons of
God bids the soul, that seeks him, live;
Calls forth a morning of delight. 3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these water'd furrows sown.
Till the ripe liarvest load the ground.
And find his sheaves and bring them home; The voice, long broke with sighs, shall sing,
Till heav'n with hallelujahs ring. 461.
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I kuow the Lord can save. & The hand that now withholds my joys
Can reinstate my peace,
Can bid that tempest cease.
In the dark watches of the night,
l'll count his mercies o'er;
And humbly sue for more. · When darkness and when sorrows rose
And press’d on every side, The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
And still has been my guide. 5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
Nor murmur at his rod;
My health, my life, my God!
C. M. 462.
Holy Fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi, 18. AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name? 8 Must I be carried to the skies,
On flowery beds of ease? While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas! 3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
$ Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
Supported by thy word.
Shall conquer though they die; They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye,
And all thine armies shine
C. M. 463. Conflict between sin and holtnere. 1 WHEN heaven does grant at certain times,
Amidst a pow'rful gale, Sweet liberty to moan my crimes,
And wand'rings to bewail
Is drown'd in the wide main
And ne'er will live again.
I bruise the serpent's head;' I hope the vict'ry is complete,
And all my lusts are dead.
My passions rise and swell;
With new recruits from hell.
C. M. 464. Pleading with God under affliction 1 WHY should a living man complain
Of deep distress within, Since every sigh, and every pain, Is but the fruit of sin?
2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit,
Nor ever dare rebel;
My painful feelings tell.
And beat upon my soul;
Billows on billows roll.
My shipwreck'd soul is tost;
To give up all for lost. 5 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look
Once more to thee, my God:
Beyond the gaping flood.
Will set my heart at ease;
Will make the tempest cease,
C. M. 465.
The Desert. 1 Pet. v. 8. 1 WHEN night descends in sable guise,
And spreads her gloom around,
And rest him on the ground, ? Amidst the dreary desert wide,
The wanderer faints to hear,
Which speaks some danger near. 3 So in this wilderness of life,
Whene'er afflictions come,
4 The tempter's, like a lion's roar,
Sounds through the vale abroad, Then let us watch, and ever more
Depend upon our God. 5 From every other help a far,
And left without a friend, God is a helper ever near,
And faithful to the end."
8. CHRISTIAN ASSURANCE AND CONFIDENCE K
(261.) C. M. 466.
The confidence of the Christian.
To mansions in the skies,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And hellish darts be hurl'd:
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fall:
My God, my heav'n, my all!
In seas of heav'nly rest;
Across my peaceful breast, 467.
close me round,
The servant is above his Lord!