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Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return
Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care

Defends thy life from every snare. 149

YOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,

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All
my

times are in thy hand;
All events at thy command.
His decree, who form'd the earth,
Fix'd my first and second birth :
All my times shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.
Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief.
O thou gracious, wise, and just,
In thy hands my life I trust.
Have I somewhat dearer still ?
I resign it to thy will.
May I always own thy hand;
Still to the surrender stand.
Thee, at all times, will I bless;

Thee, in whom I all possess. 150

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Happy they whose praises flow
Even in this vale of woe.

They shall mount from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length;
At thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through this world of sin;
Keep me by thy saving grace;
Give me at thy side a place.
Sun and Shield alike thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from thee,
Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!

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TE cannot always trace the way,

Where thou, our gracious Lord, dost move, But we can always surely say,

That thou art love. When fear its gloomy cloud will fling O’er earth, our souls to heaven above As to their sanctuary spring,

For thou art love.
When myst'ry shrouds our darken'd path,
We'll check our dread, our doubts reprove;
In this our soul sweet comfort hath,

That thou art love.
Yes! thou art love ;-a truth like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes to bliss;

Our God is love.

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THEN earthly joys glide swift away,

When hopes and comforts flee, When foes beset and friends betray,

I turn, my God, to thee.
Thy nature, Lord, no change can know,

Thy promise still is sure;
And ills can ne'er so hopeless grow,

But thou canst find a cure.
Deliverance comes most bright and blest

At danger's darkest hour;
And man's extremity is best

To prove Almighty power.
High as thou art, thou still art near

When suppliants succour crave;
And as thine ear is swift to hear,

Thine arm is strong to save.

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JHE hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance he affords to all

Who on his succour trust.
O make but trial of his love;

Experience will decide
How bless’d they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,

Your wants shall be his care.

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HERE can we hide, or whither fly,

Lord, to escape thy piercing eye?
With thee there is nor day nor night,
But darkness shineth as the light.
Where'er we go, whate'er pursue,
Our ways are open to thy view;
Our motives read, our thoughts explored,
Our hearts reveal'd to thee the Lord.
Is there throughout all worlds, one spot,
One lonely wild where thou art not?
The hosts of heaven enjoy thy care,
And those of hell know thou art there.
Awake, asleep, where none intrude,
Or midst the thronging multitude,
In every land, on every sea,
We are surrounded, still, with thee.
Search us, O God, and know each heart,
With
every

idol bid us part;
Make us to keep thy holy ways,
And live to utter forth thy praise.

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LORD when earthly comforts flee,

Let me find
Then though foes awhile prevail,
Though the vine and fig.tree fail,
Still to thee, my God, I'll raise
Grateful songs of love and praise.
Though thou hide thy glorious face,
All is goodness, all is grace.

Though my Father casts me down,
And upon me seems to frown,
Yet if thus he breaks my pride,
Draws me nearer to his side,
Still to him my soul shall raise
Grateful songs of love and praise ;
Though he hide his glorious face,
All is goodness, all is grace.
Though he bids the tempest roar,
Though he clouds my prospect o'er,
Takes my sheltering gourd away,
Bids my fondest hopes decay ;
Still to him my soul shall raise
Grateful

songs

of love and praise ;
Though he hide his glorious face,
All is goodness, all is grace.
Lord, when this short life is past,
Take me to thy rest at last;
Every sorrow there shall cease,
Lost in love, and joy, and peace ;
There to thee, my God, I'll raise
Ceaseless songs of love and praise ;
There behold thy glorious face,

All thy goodness, all thy grace. 156

UIET, Lord, my froward heart:

Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a weaned child :
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases thee.

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