It scatters round a cheerful beam,
To gild the darkest night.

2 What though our mortal comforts fade,
And droop like with'ring flow'rs!
Nor time, nor death can break that band,
Which makes JEHOVAH ours.

3 My cares, I give you to the wind,
And shake you off like dust;
Well may 1 trust my all with him,
With whom my soul I trust.

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316. C.M. DODDRIDGE.
GOD a refuge in adversity.

HOW

OW firm the saint's foundations stand!
Nor can his hopes remove;

Sustain'd by GoD's almighty hand,
And shelter'd by his love.

2 Fig-teees and olive-plants may fail,
And vines their fruit deny,

Famine through all his fields prevail,
And flocks and herds may die.

3 God is the treasure of his soul,
A source of sacred joy ;
Which no afflictions can control,
Nor death itself destroy.

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317. C. M. Doddridge.
Divine mercy in affliction.

GREAT

REAT ruler of all nature's frame!
We own thy power divine:

We hear thy breath in ev'ry storm,
For all the winds are thine.

Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sov'reign will;
And, aw'd by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast
To them that seek thy face;
And mingles with the tempest's roar
The whispers of thy grace.

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318. L.M. DODDRIDGE.
GOD's name a foundation of trust.

AWAKE, our noblest pow'rs! to bless The GOD of Abr'am, GOD of peace! Now by a dearer title known,

Father, and GOD of Christ his son. 2 Through ev'ry age his gracious ear Is open to his servant's pray'r: Nor can the upright e'er complain, That he has sought his GoD in vain. 3 What unbelieving heart shall dare In whispers to suggest a fear?

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While GOD still owns his ancient name,
The same his pow'r, his love the same.

319. C.M. DODDRIDGE.
Asking the way to Sion.

INQUIRE, ye pilgrims! for the way

That leads to Sion's hill;

And thither set your steady face
With a determin'd will.

2 Invite the strangers all around,
Your pious march to join ;

And spread the sentiments

Of faith and love divine.

you feel,

3 Come let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favour there :
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And pour out fervent pray'r.

4 Come let us join our souls to GOD
In everlasting bands;

And seize the blessings he bestows,
With willing hearts and hands.
320. C.M. DODDRIDGE.

VAIN

The knowledge of GOD.

"AIN are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;

And all their grandeur and their praise
Are in God's presence lost.

2 To know the author of our frame,
Is our sublimest skill:
True science is to learn his name,
True life to do his will.

3 For this I long, for this I pray ;
This let me still pursue,

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Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.

321. C. M. DODDRIDGE.

The good man's prospect for time and eternity.
Y soul, triumphant in the LORD,
Shall tell its joys abroad,

MY

And

And march with holy vigour on,
Supported by its GOD!

2 Thro' all the winding maze of life,
His hand hath been my guide;
And in his long-experienc'd care
My heart shall still confide.

3 His love thro' all the desart flows,
An unexhausted stream:
That love on Sion's sacred mount
Shall be my endless theme.

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322. S.M. DODDRIDGE.

GOD's care, a remedy for ours.

HOW gentle GOD's commands !
How kind his precepts are!

Come cast your burdens on the LORD,
And trust his constant care.

His providence is kind:

Let saints securely dwell:

The hand which bears all nature up,
Shall guard his children well.

3 O why should anxious fears.
Disturb your restless mind?

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Haste to your heav'nly father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

323. C.M. DODDRIDGE.

Future glory the reward of present sufferings.

HOW rich thy favours, gracious GOD!

How various, how divine!

Full

Full as the ocean they are pour'd
And bright as heav'n they shine.

2 GOD to eternal glory calls,

And leads the wondrous way
To his own palace, where he reigns
In uncreated day.

3 The songs of everlasting years
That mercy shall attend,

Which leads, thro' suff'rings of an hour, To joys that never end.

324. P. M. DODDRIDGE.

Hymn of praise.

PRAISE ye the LORD!

prepare a new

song; And let all his saints in full concert join: With voices united the anthem prolong, And shew forth his praises with music di

vine.

2 Let praise to the LORD, who made us, ascend;

Let each grateful heart be glad in its king: The God whom we worship, our songs will attend,

And view with complacence the off'ring we bring.

3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustain'd by his might, And let your glad songs awake with each

morn:

For those who obey him are still his delight,
His hand with salvation the meek will adorn.