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2 Sorrow and fear are gone

Whene'er Thy face appears:
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,

And dries the widow's tears.
It hallows every cross ;
It sweetly comforts me;
Makes me forget my every loss,

And find my all in Thee. 3 Jesus, to whom I ily,

Doth all my wishes all.
What though created streams are dry,

I have the fountain still,
Stripped of my earthly friends,

I find them all in One;
And peace, and joy that never ends,

And heaven in Christ begun.


Psalm lvi. 3. L. M. COWPER. 1

to , Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail,

Leave not my trenibling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,

Where should I lodge my deep complaint ?
Where but with Thee, whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,

And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fixed remain,

That none shall seek Thy face in vain ? 4 That were a grief I could not bear,

Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,

Supports me under every load.
5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me!

I have an Advocate with Thee:
They wliom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast.

6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,

Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

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Psalm cxlvii. 3. C.M. MOORE. THOU who driest the mourner's tear,

If when deceived and wounded here,

We could not fly to Thee. 2 But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,

Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part,

Breathes sweetness out of woe. 3 Oh! who could bear life's stormy doon,

Did not Thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the glooin

Our peace-branch from above? 4 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright

With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shews us worlds of light

We never saw by day.

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Heb. iv. 15. 112th M. GRANT. HEN gathering clouds around I view,


On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain,
He sees my wants, allays my fears,

And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray

From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do ;
Still He who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

3 If wounded love my bosom swell,

Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe,
At once betrayed, denied, or fied,

By those that shared His daily bread. 4 When vexing thoughts within me rise,

And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies ;
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,

The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,

Which covers all that was a friend ;
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
My Saviour marks the tears I shed;

For “Jesus wept” o'er Lazarus dead. 6 And oh! when I have safely passed

Through every conflict but the last;
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed-for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

564 1 Pet. v. 7.


C. M. LEEDS SEL 1 YOME, O my soul, with all thy care, He knows all thy distress and fear,

And will sustain thy load.
2 His gracious word invites thee nigh,

With all thy weighty grief:
He will attend thy mournful cry,

And send theo quick relief.

3 Weak as thou art, approach His throne,

Nor doubt of aid divine :
He makes thy sorrows all His own,

And all His blessings thine.


Psalm xxxvii. 5. S. M. GERHARD.

Translated by J. WESLEY. 1

And ways into His hands,
To His sure truth and tender care,

Who earth and heaven commands: 2 Who points the clouds their course,

Whom winds and seas obey :
He shall direct thy wandering feet,

He shall prepare thy way. 3 No profit canst thou gain

By self-consuming care :
To Him commend thy cause, His ear

Attends the softest prayer. 4 - When Thou arisest, Lord,

What shall Thy work withstand ? Whate'er Thy children want, Thou giv'st :

And who shall stay Thy hand ? 8 Thou everywhere hast sway,

And all things serve Thy might;
Thinc every act pure blessing is,

Thy path, unsullied light.



Psalm xxx. 5. S. M. GERHARD.

Translated by J. WESLEY.
LIVE to the winds thy fears ;


God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,

God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, and clonds, and storms,

He gently clears thy way :
Wait thou His time, so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day. 3 Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,

Bid every care be gone.
4 What, though thou rulest not?

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,

And ruleth all things well. 5

Leave to His sovereign sway,

To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own His way,

How wise, how strong His hand. 6 Thou seest our weakness, Lord,

Our hearts are known to Thee;
O lift Thou up the sinking hand,

Confirm the feeble knee. 7 Let us in life, in death,

Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath

Thy love and guardian care,


John xv. 5.


1 ON of God, Thy blessing grant;

Tree of life, Thine influence shed

From Thy fulness I am fed. 2 Unsustained by Thee, I fall :

Send the strength for which I call.
Weaker than a bruised reed,
Help I every moment nccd.


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