4 She guides the young, with innocence, In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.
5 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
1 YE trembling souls, dismiss your fears; Be mercy all your theme; For mercy, like a river, flows, In one perpetual stream.
2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; God will those powers restrain; His arm will all their rage repel, And make their efforts vain.
3 Fear not the want of outward good; For his he will provide,
Grant them supplies of daily food, And give them heaven beside.
4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, Or leave his work undone; He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son.
5 Fear not the terrors of the grave, Nor death's relentless sting;
Through the dark valley He will guide, And to his glory bring.
Contentment and Resignation.
1 IF solid happiness we prize,
Within our breasts the jewel lies; Nor need we roam abroad: The world has little to bestow; From well-formed hearts our joys must flow, Hearts that delight in God.
2 Then let us, with a grateful mind, Take what our Father, ever kind, Doth graciously bestow;
The blessings which he sends, enjoy, And in his praise find sweet employ, From whom our comforts flow.
3 To be resigned, when ills betide, Patient, when favors are denied, And pleased with favors given,- This is the wise, the virtuous part; This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance reaches heaven.
4 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, Its checkered paths of joy and woe With holy care we 'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead.
5 For conscience, like a faithful friend, Shall through the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel, whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death.
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 entire, Spread fragrance when they 're bruised.
3 The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life's tempestuous storms 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.
1 AWAKE, our souls; away, our fears; Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 't is a straight and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint;-
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a full supply; While those who trust their native strength Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road.
On Recovery from Sickness.
1 My God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting breath renewed, But to renew thy praise?
2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain, When life was hovering o'er the grave, And nature sunk with pain.
3 I calmly bowed my fainting head On thy dear, faithful breast, And waited for my Father's call To his eternal rest.
Back from the borders of the grave,
At thy command, I come;
But oh! let not my heart retreat From my celestial home.
1 BLEST are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty:
Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2 Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.
3 Blest are the souls that thirst for Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied, and fed With living streams and living bread.
4 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean, Who never tread the ways of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.
5 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of glowing strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, -the God of peace.
6 Blest are the faithful, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; Eternal life is their reward.
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