5 When in the solemn hour of death I wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath, "Good Lord, remember me!" 6 And when before thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to thee, - Then, with the saints at thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me! L. M. 599. WATTS. God the Source of Joy here and hereafter. 1 LORD, when I quit this earthly stage, 2 I cannot live contented here Without some glimpses of thy face; And heaven, without thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place. 3 When earthly cares engross the day, 4 And if no evening visit 's paid 424 L. M. 600. Peace for troubled Souls. ANONYMOUS. 1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan L. M. 601. Divine Protection. Psalm 121. WATTS. 1 Up to the hills I lift my eyes, 2 He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood, 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, - S. M. 602. WATTS. Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, we that love the Lord, 2 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He shall send down his heavenly powers 3 There shall we see his face, 4 Yes, and before we rise The thoughts of such amazing bliss 5 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits on earthly ground Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We 're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. S. M. 603. Doddridge. God's Care a Remedy for ours. 1 How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! 2 "Come cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care." While Providence supports, That hand which bears all nature up, 3 Why should this anxious load Haste to your Heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved L. M. 604. BROWNE. Gratitude and Reliance. 1 GREAT Lord of earth, and seas, and skies, 2 To thee perpetual thanks we owe 3 To thee we cheerful homage bring; In grateful hymns thy praises sing; On thee we ever will depend, The rich, the sure, the faithful Friend. 4 And, should thy measures seem severe, L. M. 605. MORPETH. The Use of Tears. 1 How little of ourselves we know, 2 The energies too stern for mirth, The reach of thought, the strength of will, 'Mid cloud and tempest have their birth, Though blight and blast their course fulfil. 3 And yet 't is when it mourns and fears, And through the mist of falling tears L. M. 606. DODDRIDGE. Faith encouraged. 1 SING to the Lord, who loud proclaims |