3 Within thy presence, Lord, Thou art the tower of my defence, 4 Thou givest me the lot 1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, 2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 4 It is that harassed conscience feels 5 O let me wing my hallowed flight 424. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. Comfort in Trouble. 1 WHEN floods of grief assault the mind, Where shall the mourner comfort find 2 Lord, thou hast said, "Seek ye my face;" And shall we seek in vain? And will the ear of sovereign grace 3 Ah! no: the ear of sovereign grace 4 Thy Spirit heals the troubled soul, Thy Spirit makes the wounded whole, 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, Thus prone to act so base a part, 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, 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 2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard, For lo! the everlasting God 3 Harmonious accents to my soul 4 By all its joys, I charge my heart 427. C. M. Deliverances celebrated. DODDRIDGE. Ps. 116. 1 Look back, my soul, with grateful love 2 How oft hath his indulgent hand. 3 When on the bed of pain I lay, 4 Back from destruction's yawning pit 5 My broken spirit he hath cheered, 6 Still will I walk before his face, Till grace shall all its work complete, 428. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The Rest of the grateful Soul. Ps. 116. 2 Safe in thy care, I fear no more The tempest's howl, the billows' roar: 3 Thy bounties, Lord, to me surmount 4 Rich in ten thousand gifts possessed, 429. C. M. HEGINBOTHAM. Praising God in Life and Death. 1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God! Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In each bright hour of peace and hope, |