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4 Hope, Grace, and Truth, with gentle hand,
Shall lead a bleeding Saviour's flock,
And show them, in the promised land,
The shelter of th' eternal Rock.


L. M.

God the Refuge and Portion of his People. 1 GOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade ;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.
2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,


Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
3 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream, thine holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls. 5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,

Built on his truth, and armed with power.


H. M.

God our Preserver.

1 TO heaven I lift mine eyes;
From God is all my aid,
The God who built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
God is the tower His grace is nigh
To which I fly;
In every hour.


2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes, When dangers rise.
Shall Israel keep
Which never sleep,

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,

If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun, To guard my head
And thou my shade, | By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not pledged thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath:
I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,



Till from on high
Thou call me home.

C. M.

God our Al.

1 HOW firm the saint's foundation stands! His hopes can ne'er remove, Sustained by God's almighty hand,

And sheltered in his

2 God is the treasure of his soul,
A source of sacred joy,
Which no afflictions can control,
Nor death itself destroy.


3 Lord, may we feel thy cheering beams, And taste thy saints' repose;


We will not mourn the perished streams,
While such a fountain flows.

C. M.

God our Portion.

1 GOD, my supporter and my hope,
My help forever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.


2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;

Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heaven without my God,
"Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint;
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.
5 Behold the sinners, that remove
Far from thy presence, die;
Not all the idol gods they love

Can save them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;

My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.


C. M.

God our Support.

1 'TIS faith supports my feeble soul
In times of deep distress;
When storms arise and billows roll,
Great God, I trust thy grace.

2 Thy powerful arm still bears me up,
Whatever griefs befall;
Thou art my life, my joy, my hope,
And thou my all in all.

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3 Bereft of friends, beset with foes,
With dangers all around,
To thee I all my fears disclose;
In thee my help is found.

4 In every want, in every strait,
To thee alone I fly;
When other comforters depart,
Thou art forever nigh.


C. M.

God our Father.


1 MY God, my Father,

blissful name,-
O, may I call thee mine?
May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine?

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2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly;

What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy holy will denies,
I calmly would resign;
For thou art good, and just, and wise:
O, bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
O, give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care.



Our God forever and ever. 1 THIS God is the God we adore,

Our faithful, unchangeable Friend, Whose love is as large as his power,

And neither knows measure nor end.


2 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come.


C. M.


Divine Goodness in moderating Afflictions. 1 GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame, We own thy power divine;

We hear thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are thine.

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sovereign will;
And awed by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers every blast
To them that seek thy face,
And mingles with the tempest's roar
The whispers of thy grace.

4 Those gentle whispers let me hear,
'Till all the tumult cease;
And gales of Paradise shall lull
My weary soul to peace.


C. M.

God our Safety.

1 JEHOVAH lives, and be his name
By every heart adored;
From age to age he is the same
The only God and Lord.

2 He is our rock when troubles rise,
And storms and tempests lower;
He rides triumphant in the skies,
And saves us by his power.

3 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
We give Jehovah praise;
Lift up our hearts, and holy songs
To our deliverer raise.

4 He saves from danger, death, and hell,
From fear, distress, and harm;
Makes every soul in safety dwell,
For mighty is his arm.



C. M.

None but God.

1 LORD, should we leave thy hallowed feet,
To whom should we repair?

Where else such holy comforts meet,
As spring eternal there?


3 Unmingled joys 'tis thine to give,
And undecaying peace;
For thou canst teach us so to live,
That life shall never cease.

2 Earth has no fount of true delight,
No pure, perennial stream;

And sorrow's storm, and death's long night,
Obscure life's brightest beam.

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