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4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;

My life, with all my active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

5 And though these lips shall cease to move,
Though death shall close these eyes,
Yet shall my soul to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.

6 Then shall my powers in endless strains Their grateful tribute pay:

The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day.

592.

Hope in Trouble.

1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain,

'T is sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain.

C. M.

NOEL.

2 'T is not that murmuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will; 'T is not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still;

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 It is that harassed conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;
And sees, though far, the hand that heals
And ends the strife within.

5 O let me wing my hallowed flight From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Saviour's bliss to share!

593.

Choosing the better Part.

1 BESET with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand :
Father divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.

3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.

4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

C. M.

594.

Seeking the Knowledge of God.

1 SHINE forth, Eternal Source of light,
And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight
With lustre all thy own.

DODDRIDGE.

2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise
Is in thy presence lost.

3 To know the Author of our frame
Is our sublimest skill:
True science is to read thy name,
True life t' obey thy will.

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For this I long, for this I pray,
And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.

595.

Submission to the Divine Disposal.

1 O LORD! my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

C. M.

COWPER.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears;
Or tremble at thy gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears?

3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold, from me.

4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; Shall I resist them both?

Short-sighted creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth!

5 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils my
Drives all these thoughts away.

C. M.

596.

God our Portion. Psalm 4.

1 IN vain the erring world inquires
For true, substantial good;
Whilst earth confines their low desires,
They live on airy food.

skies

MRS. STEELE.

2 Not all the good which earth bestows
Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.

3 Begone, ye gilded vanities;
I seek some solid good;
To real bliss my wishes rise, –
The favor of my God.

4 To thee, my God, my soul aspires;
Dispel these shades of night;
Enlarge and fill these vast desires
With infinite delight.

C. M.

597.

God speaking Peace to his People. Psalm 85.

1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite In silence soft and sweet:

DODDRIDGE.

And thou, my soul, sit gently down At thy great Sovereign's feet.

2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,
Yet gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.

3 Harmonious accents to my soul
The sound of peace convey;
The tempest at his word subsides,
And winds and seas obey.

4 By all its joys I charge my heart
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,
To give its follies o'er.

C. M.

598.

"Lord, remember me."

T. HUMPHRIES.

1 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.

2 When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart :
Good Lord, remember me.

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

O let my strength be as my day:
Good Lord, remember me.

4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:
Good Lord, remember me.

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