1 LORD in thy great, thy glorious name,
I place my hope, my only trust;
Save me from sorrow, guilt and shame,
Thou ever gracious, ever just.
2 Thou art my Rock, thy name alone
The fortress where my hopes retreat;
O make thy power and mercy known,
To safety guide my wand'ring feet!
3 To thy kind hand, all gracious Lord,
My soul I cheerfully resign;
My saviour God, I trust thy word,
For truth, immortal truth, is thine.
4. Blest be the Lord, for ever blest,
Whose mercy bids my fear remove; The sacred walls, which guard my rest, Are his almighty pow'r and love. 5 Ye humble souls, who seek his face, Let sacred courage fill your heart; Hope in the Lord, and trust his grace And he will heav'nly strength impart.
1 LET faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude;
My Maker's will has plac'd me here,
A Maker wise and good.
2 He to my ev'ry trial knows
Its just restraints to give;
Attentive to behold my woes,
And faithful to relieve.
3 Then why thus heavy, O my soul?
Say, why distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill?
4 Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round, Still in thy God confide;
Whose finger marks the seas their bound,
And curbs the rolling tide.
1 MY God, in whom are all the springs
Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
'Till the dark cloud be overblown.
2 Be thou exalted, O my God!
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
3 My heart is fix'd, my song shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
4 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.
No. 253.-S. M.
TO God I lift my eyes,
My trust is in his name;
And they whose hope on him relies,
Shall never suffer shame.
2 From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening's shade,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
And ask thy heavenly aid.
3 Thro' all the ways of God,
Both truth and mercy shine,
To those who with religious hearts
To his blest will incline.
4 He those in safety guides
Who his direction seek,
And in his sacred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.
No. 254.- -C. M.
1 I'M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my God, I know his name;
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
1 MY soul with joy attend,
While Jesus silence breaks,
No angel's harp such music yields
As what my shepherd speaks.
2 "I know my sheep," he cries, "My soul approves them well, Vain is the treach'rous world's disguise, And vain the rage of hell.
3 I freely feed them now,
With tokens of my love,
But richer pastures I prepare
And sweeter streams above."
4 Enough, my gracious Lord,
Let faith triumphant cry,
My heart can on this promise live,
Can on this promise die.
1 FOR ever blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield!
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.
2 When all my foes their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me in the heav'nly fight,
And guards me thro' the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine,
My fainting hope shall raise,
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his shall be the praise.
1 TEACH me, O teach me, Lord! thy way; That, to my life's remotest day,
By thy unerring precepts led,
My feet thy heav'nly paths may tread.
e Inform'd by thee, with sacred awe
My heart shall meditate thy law;
And, with celestial wisdom fill'd,
To thee a pure obedience yield.
3 Give me to know thy will aright,
Thy will, my glory and delight;
That, rais'd above the world, my mind
In thee its highest good may find.
4 0 turn from vanity mine eye;
To me thy quick'ning strength supply;
And with thy promis'd mercy cheer
A heart devoted to thy fear.
1 OH! how my fears the dangers move
That virtue's path inclose!
While I the wise pursuit approve
Alas! what toils oppose!
2 For see, ah see! while yet her ways
With doubtful step I tread,
The powers of darkness terrors raise
And snares delusive spread.
3 Oh! how shall I with heart prepar'd
Those terrors learn to meet?
How from the thousand snares, to guard,
And to restrain my feet?
4 But why art thou cast down, my soul! Say, why distrustful still;
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill!
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