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353. P.M. WATTS.

UPWAR

The same subject.

PWARD I lift mine eyes,
From GOD is all my aid;
The GOD who built the skies,
And earth's foundations laid:
GOD is the tow'r

To which I fly:
His grace is nigh
In ev'ry hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
Or fall in fatal snares,

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Since GOD my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,

Shall Israel keep,
When dangers rise.

No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there :
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust the LORD
To keep my mortal breath :..

I'll go

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and come,

Nor fear to die,

Till from on high

He calls me home.

354. C.M. MRS. STEELE.

Reliance upon God.

MY GOD! my father!—cheering name!

O may I call thee mine?

Give me with humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

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

What real harm can reach my soul
Beneath my father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy providence denies
I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise:
O bend my will to thine!

4 Whate'er thy sov'reign will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a father reigns,
And trust a father's care.

5 If pain and sickness rend this frame,
And life almost depart;

Is not thy mercy still the same
To cheer my drooping heart?

6 Thy ways, great GOD! are little known To my weak erring sight;

Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

7 My GOD! my father! blissful name!
Above expression dear!

If thou accept my humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear.

355. C.M. WATTS.

GOD the defence of his people.

1 THE LORD of glory is my light,
And my salvation too:
GOD is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 GOD has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide;
When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide.

3 In GoD, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.

4 What tho' the hosts of sin and death
All arm'd against me stood;

Vain fears no more shall shake my soul,
My refuge is in GOD.

5 Ye groundless terrors, then, begone!
My confidence is here:

The man who truly fears his GOD,
Should know no other fear.

356. L. M.

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356. L.M. WATTS.

The safety of good men amidst national calamities.

GOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of deep distress invade:

Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid!

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and bury'd there;
Convulsions shake the solid world;
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubl'd ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

4 'Midst storms and tempests, LORD, thy word
Does all our raging fears control:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And well sustain the fainting soul.

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N GOD we build our sure defence,
In GoD our hopes repose:

His hand protects our varying life
And guards us from our woes.

2 Our minds shall be serene and calm,
Like Siloah's peaceful flood;

Whose soft and silver streams refresh
The city of our GOD.

3 With wonder see what mighty pow'r
Our sacred Sion cheers!

Lo! where amidst her stately walls,
Her GoD, her GoD appears!

4 Hither, ye num'rous nations! crowd;
In silent rapture stand:

And see o'er all the earth display'd
The wonders of his hand.

5 Attend, and hear his awful voice:
"Be still, and know the LoRD;
"By all the Heathen I'll be fear'd;
By all the earth ador'd.”

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G We to the mighty LORD of hosts
Securely will resort :

For refuge fly to Jacob's GOD,
Our succour and support.

358. C.M. DODDRIDGE.

Assurance of the divine presence.

AND art thou with us, gracious LORD,

dissipate our fear?

Dost thou proclaim thyself our GOD,
Our GOD for ever near?

2 Doth thy right-hand which form'd the earth, And bears up all the skies,

Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?

3 On thy support our souls shall lean,
And banish ev'ry care;

The gloomy vale of death will smile,
If Gop be with us there.

359. L. M