3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;

Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.

1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;
'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still;-

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 It is that harassed conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;
And sees, though far, the hand that heals
And ends the strife within.

5 O let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-born woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share!

424.

C. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Comfort in Trouble.

1 WHEN floods of grief assault the mind,
And o'er the conscience roll,

Where shall the mourner comfort find
To soothe his troubled soul?

2 Lord, thou hast said, "Seek ye my face;" And shall we seek in vain?

And will the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when we complain?

3 Ah! no: the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;
The mourner always finds a place
To breathe his sorrows there.

4 Thy Spirit heals the troubled soul,
With guilty fears oppressed:

Thy Spirit makes the wounded whole,
And gives the weary rest.

425.

L. M.

COWPER.

Peace after a Storm.

1 WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Creator! then I find

The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be

Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.

3 O! let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learnThat God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! But when my faith is sharply tried, I find myself a learner yet,

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my God! one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will,

Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still.

426.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

God speaking Peace to his People. Ps. 85. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite In silence soft and sweet :

And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sovereign's feet.

2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,
Yet gladly I attend;

For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.

3 Harmonious accents to my soul
The sound of peace convey;
The tempest at his word subsides,
And winds and seas obey.

4 By all its joys, I charge my heart
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,
To give its follies o'er.

427.

C. M.

Deliverances celebrated.

DODDRIDGE.

Ps. 116.

1 Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done;
Praise him for his unnumbered gifts,
And praise him for his Son.

2 How oft hath his indulgent hand.
My flowing eyelids dried,
And rescued from impending death,
When I in danger cried!

3 When on the bed of pain I lay,
With sickness sore oppressed,
How oft hath he assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest.

4 Back from destruction's yawning pit
At his command I came;
He fed the expiring lamp anew,
And raised its feeble flame.

5 My broken spirit he hath cheered,
When torn with inward grief;
And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Hath brought me swift relief.

6 Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs;

Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heavenly songs.

428.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The Rest of the grateful Soul. Ps. 116.
1 RETURN, my soul, and seek thy rest
Upon thy heavenly Father's breast:
Indulge me, Lord, in that repose
The soul which loves thee only knows.

2 Safe in thy care, I fear no more

The tempest's howl, the billows' roar:
Those storms must shake the Almighty's seat,
Which violate the saint's retreat.

3 Thy bounties, Lord, to me surmount
The power of language to recount;
From morning dawn the setting sun
Sees but my work of praise begun.

4 Rich in ten thousand gifts possessed,
In future hopes more richly blest,
I'll sit and sing, till death shall raise
A note of more proportioned praise.

429.

C. M.

HEGINBOTHAM.

Praising God in Life and Death.

1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God!
Through all my mortal days;
And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 In each bright hour of peace and hope,
Be this my sweet employ:
Devotion heightens all my bliss,
And sanctifies my joy.