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The Son of God, the Son of man,

He had not where to lay his head. s But lo! a place he hath prepar'd

For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard;

He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. Jesus protects; my fears, begone:

What can the rock of ages move! Safe in thine arms I lay me down,

Thine everlasting arms of love. 5 While thou art intimately nigh,

Who, who shall violate my rest? Sin, earth, and hell I now defy;

I lean upon my Saviour's breast. 6 I rest beneath th' Almighty's shade,

My griefs expire, my troubles cease;. Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stay ,

Wilt keep me still in perfect peace. 7 Me for thine own thou lov'st to take

In time and in eternity;
Thou never, never wilt forsake

A helpless worm trusts in thee.

S. M. 468.

It shall be well with the righteous

Isa. iii. 10. 1 WHAT cheering words are these!

Their sweetness who can tell?
In time and to eternity,

'Tis with the righteous well. 2

In ev'ry state secure,
Kept by Jehovah's

"Tis well with them while life endures,

And well when call's to die,
I'is well when joys arise,
"Tis well when sorrows flow;

'Tis well when darkness veils the skies,

And strong temptations blow. 4 'Tis well when on the mount

They feast on dying love;
And 'ris as well in God's account,

When they the furnace prove. 5 'Tis well when at his throne,

They wrestle, weep, and pray,
'Tis well when at his feet they groan,

Yet bring their wants away. 6 'Tis well when Jesus calls,

From earth and sin, arise,
Join with the host of virgin souls,

Made to salvation wise.



L. M.
Gop of my life, whose gracious power,

Thro' various deaths my soul hath led,
Or turn'd aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head! 2 In all my ways thy hand I own,

Thy ruling providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,

And still direct my paths to thee. s Whither, O whither should I fly,

But to my loving Saviour's breast;
Secure within thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath thy wings to rest; 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,

But thou, O Christ! my wisdoin art:
I ever into ruin run,

But thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,

Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving thee alone.

6 Enlarge my heart to make thee room ;

Enter, and in me ever stay: The crooked then shall straight become;

The darkness shall be lost in day!


C. M. ' AND let this feeble body fail,

And or ; My soul shall quit the mournful vale,

And soar to worlds on high: Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long-sought rest: That only bliss for which it pants

In the Redeemer's breast.
% In hope of that immortal crown,

I now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my three-score years

Till my Deliv’rer come:
And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!

Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright,

Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are rob'd in spotless white,

And conqu'ring palms they bear. 19 what are all my suffPrings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t'appear,

And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends

away: But let me find them all again In that eternal day.


(324.) L. M.

Safety in Gocha · COURAGE, my soul! while God is near,

What enemy hast thou to fear? How canst thou want a sure defence,

Whose refuge is Omnipotence?
2 Tho' thickest dangers crowd my way,

My God can chase my fears away:
My steadfast heart on him relies,

And all those dangers still defies. 3 Tho' billows after billows roll,

To overwhelm my sinking soul;
Firm as a rock my faith shall stand,

Upheld by God's almighty hand. $ In life, his presence is my aid;

In death, 'twill gui-le me thro' the shade;
Chase all my rising fears away,
And turn my darkness into day.

C. M. 472.

God's Presence is light.
My God, the spring of all my joys,

T'he life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,

And comfort of my nights.
2 In darkest shades if he appear,

My dawning is begun;
He is my soul's sweet morning star,

And he my rising sun.
8 The opening heavens around me shine

With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,

And whispers I am his!
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay

At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way
T'embrace my dearest word.

3 Fearless of hell and ghastly death

I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.

L. M. 473. No Trust in the Creatures; or, Faith dis

Divine Grace and Power. 1 MY spirit looks to God alone;

My rock and refuge is his throne. In all my fears in all my straits,

My soul on his salvation waits.
2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,

Pour out your hearts before his face:
When helpers fail, and foes invadle,

God is our all sufficient aid.
3 False are the men of high degree,

The baser sort are vanity;
Laid in the balance both appear

Light as a puff of empty air.
4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your heart on glittering dust;

you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God hatia spoke? ó Once has his awful voice declared, Once and again my ears have heard,

All power is his eternal due:
“He must be fear'd and trusted too."
6 For Sovereign power reigns not alone,

Grace is a partner of the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

C. M.
474. Meditations on future Glory.

sweet to rest in lively hope,

That when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home!

Why will

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