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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