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427. C. M.
DODDRIDGE. Deliverances celebrated. Ps. 116. 1 Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done;
And praise him for his Son.
My flowing eyelids dried,
When I in danger cried !
With sickness sore oppressed,
And lulled my eyes to rest.
At his command I came;
And raised its feeble flame.
When torn with inward grief;
Hath brought me swift relief. 6 Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs;
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 :
The soul which loves thee only knows. 2 Safe in thy care, I fear no more
The tempest's howl, the billows' roar :
Which violate the saint's retreat.
The power of language to recount;
Sees but my work of praise begun.
In future hopes more richly blest,
429. C. M. HEGINBOTHAM.
Praising God in Life and Death.
Through all my mortal days;
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
Be this my sweet employ:
And sanctifies my joy.
3 When gloomy care or keen distress
Invades my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
And soothe my pains to rest.
The honors of my God;
Shall spread thy praise abroad. 5 And though these lips shall cease to move,
Though death shall close these eyes, Yet shall my soul to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise. 6 Then shall my powers in endless strains
Their grateful tribute pay:
And an eternal day.
430. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Days of the Upright known to God. Ps. 37. 1 To thee, my God, my days are known;
My soul enjoys the thought;
Nor are my faults forgot.
Is vocal to thine ear;
Before thine eye appear.
Thy mercy shall approve;
And every care of love.
4 Each golden hour of beaming light
Is gilded by thy rays;
A present God surveys.
And in thy view I die;
Shall find my God is nigh.
431. 7 & 6s. M. RIPPON'S COL.
The Soul aspiring to Heaven. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source : So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
432. S. M. Watts.
Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known : Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place : Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less. 3 The men
From faith and hope may grow. 4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry : We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
433. C. M. C. WESLEY.
Seeking true Joys. 1 Our joy is a created good;
How soon it fades away!
Before the noon of day. 2 Joy, by its violent excess,
To certain ruin tends,