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5 And shall my trembling soul complain,

“I sought relief, but sought in vain ?
That Jesus, who for sinners died;

Heard all my groans, and still denied ?" 6 Lord, prostrate at thy feet I lie,

There to receive a cure or die;
Oh may thy love remove my pain,

And healing grace triumphant reign. 364. Troubled, but making the Lord his

Refuge. C.M. I will wait upon the Lord, that hideth his face from

the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.-ISA. viii. 17. 1 Dear refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel.
(3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious Lord, where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust,
And still my soul would cleave to thee

5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of Sov’reign Grace,

Be deaf when I complain ?
6 No; still the ear of Sov'reign Grace

Attends the mourner's prayer :
O
may

I ever find access
To breath my sorrows there !
7 The mercy-seat is

open
Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,

And wait beneath thy feet.

still :

365. Cast down, yet Trusting in the Lord.

847-4.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art

thou disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.-Psalm xliii. 5. 1 O My soul, what means this sadness ?

Wherefore art thou thus cast down ? Let thy griefs be turned to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be

gone; Look to Jesus,

Thou by faith with him art one. 2 What tho' Satan's strong temptations

Harass thee from day to day,

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5 And shall my trembling soul complain,

I sought relief, but sought in vain ?
That Jesus, who for sinners died ;

Heard all my groans, and still denied ?" 6 Lord, prostrate at thy feet I lie,

There to receive a cure or die;
Oh may thy love remove my pain,
And healing grace triumphant reign.

364. Troubled, but making the Lord his

Refuge. C.M. I will wait upon the Lord, that hideth his face from

the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.—Isa. viii. 17. 1 DEAR refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief

For every pain I feel.
[3 But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious Lord, where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust,
And still my soul would cleave to thee

5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of Sov’reign Grace,

Be deaf wlien I complain ?
6 No; still the ear of Sov'reign Grace

Attends the mourner's prayer:
O
may

I ever find access
To breath my sorrows there!

7 The mercy-seat is open still :

Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,

And wait beneath thy feet.

365. Cast down, yet Trusting in the Lord.

847-4.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art

thou disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.—Psalm xliii. 5.

1 O My soul, what means this sadness ?

Wherefore art thou thus cast down ? Let thy griefs be turned to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be gone;

Look to Jesus,

Thou by faith with him art one. 2 What tho' Satan's strong temptations

Harass thee from day to day,

And thy sinful inclinations
Often fill thee with dismay;

Thou shalt conquer,

Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood. 3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee

From without and from within ;
Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin :

He is faithful

To perform his gracious word. 4 Tho' distresses now attend thee,

And thou tread'st the thorny road ;
His right hand shall still defend thee,
Soon he'll bring thee home to God;

Therefore praise him,

Praise the great Redeemer's name. 5 O that I could now adore him,

Like the heav'nly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!

Happy songsters !

When shall I your chorus join ? 366. Rejoicing in the Lord under Privations. 8s. Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall

fruit be in the vines, &c.—yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.-HAB. iii. 17, 18. 1 Ah! why this disconsolate frame ? Though earthly enjoyments decay,

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