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4 He who has helped me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey through,
New trophies to his endless praise.
It leads thee home apace to God;
322. L. M. WATTS.
Holiness and Grace.
The holy gospel we profess;
To prove the doctrine all divine. .
The honors of our Saviour God,
grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
Our inward piety approve.
While we expect that blessed hope,
323. S. M. CowPER.
Dependence on God. 1 To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul. 2 The Lord's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream; It is not at our own command,
But still derived from him.
3 Man's wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
Who trusted in his own.
And in his grace confide;
Than all your works beside. 5 In God is all our store,
Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, “I want no more,”
Confesses he has none.
824. C. M. TATE & BRADY.
Happiness of Trusting in God. Ps. 33. 1 'Tis God, who those that trust in him
Beholds with gracious eyes; He frees their soul from death, their want
In time of dearth supplies.
2 How happy then are they, to whom
The Lord for God is known! Whom he, from all the world besides,
Has chosen for his own. 3 Our souls on God with patience wait;
Our help and shield is he: Then, Lord, still let our hearts rejoice,
Because we trust in thee.
Do thou to us extend;
On thee alone depend.
C. M. Watts.
Love God. 1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest. 2 Knowledge-alas! 't is all in vain,
And all in vain our fear: Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there. 3 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.
Or leave this dark abode,
326. C. M.
Of our eternal King;
Thrice holy, let us sing.
And truth is his delight;
Shall perish from his sight.
3 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
To his sublime abode.
4 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach; A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.
From all pollution free;
And they thy face shall see.
327. L. M. J. Roscoe.
Entire Trust in God. 1 How rich the blessings, O my God,
Which teach this grateful heart to glow; How kindly poured, and free beste wed, The rivers of thy mercy flow!
2 How calmly rolls the sea of lite;
Secure in thine immortal trust,
Nor longer shudders at the dust. 3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast
The dawn of earthly hope and joy,
And will unveil eternity.
Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne,
328. L. M. DoDDRIDGE.
Service of God.
To every service I can pay;
To hear thy dictates, and obey. 2 What is my being but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
And serve the cause of such a friend ? 3 Thy work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;