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2 When foes without, and fears within,
Seek to disturb his peace,

To GOD he makes his sorrows known,
And strait his sorrows cease.

3 When winds of strong temptation blow, And floods of trouble roll,

GOD is the help and refuge too,
Of his distressed soul.

4 But when tremendous terrors seize,

Where will the sinner fly ? He feels a thousand agonies, And no deliv'rer nigh!

462. С.М. MRS. STEELE.

Light and deliverance.

1 THE weary trav'ller, lost in night,
Breathes many a longing sigh,
And marks the welcome dawn of light,
With rapture in his eye.

2 Thus the sweet dawn of heav'nly day
Lost weary sinners find,
When mercy with reviving ray
Beams o'er the fainting mind.
3 To slaves opprest with cruel chains,
How kind, how dear the friend,
Whose gen'rous hand relieves their pains,
And bids their sorrows end!

4 Thus kind, thus dear, that friend divinė,
Who rescues captive souls;
Unbinds the galling chains of sin,
And all its pow'r controls.

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5 My God! to thy revealed light
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once, wand'ring in the shades of night,
And sunk in hopeless woe.

6 'Twas thy blest hand redeem'd the slave,
And set the pris'ner free :
Be all I am, and all I have,

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Devoted, LORD, to thee!

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463. С. М. MRS. STEELE.

Consolation in the divine promises.

WHEN fainting in the sultry waste,

And parch'd with thirst extreme,

The weary pilgrim longs to taste
The cool refreshing stream.

2 Should, sudden, to his hopeless eye
A crystal spring appear,
How would th' enliv'ning sweet supply
His drooping spirit cheer!

3 So longs the weary fainting mind,
Opprest with sins and woes,
Some soul-reviving spring to find,
Whence heav'nly comfort flows.

4 Thus sweet the consolations are
The promises impart;
Here flowing streams of life appear,
To cheer the fainting heart.

464. С.М.

464. C.M. WATTS.

Benefit of afflictions.

LORD, I have found 'tis good for me

To bear my father's rod;
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my GOD.

2 Had not thy word been my delight,
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, opprest with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk among the dead.
3 Consider all my sorrows, LORD,
And thy deliv'rance send :
My soul for thy salvation faintsy
When will my troubles end?
4 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Though they may seem severe :
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care,
Before I knew thy chast'ning rod,
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.

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465. C. M. WATTS.

Mercy to sufferers.

ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign LORD of all! Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.

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2 When sorrows bow the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distrest

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3 The LORD supports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pain his servants feel,
He hears his children cry;
And their best wishes to fulfil
His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never will remove
From men of heart sincere:
He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.

6 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And sound his name abroad:
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their GOD.

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466. C.M. WATTS.

Humility and submission.

IS there ambition in my heart?

Search gracious GOD! and see:

Or do I act a haughty part?
LORD, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;

Content,

Content, my Father! with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward :
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd,
And trust a faithful LORD.

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467. C.M. WATTS.

Resignation in affliction.

NAKED as

from the earth we came,

And rose to life at first,

We to the earth return again,
And mingle with the dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short pleasures borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis GOD who lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and blessed be his name!
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, then, ye restless passions, peace!

Let each repining sigh
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.

468. С. М.

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