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God's Care of His Saints.
1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble, and in joy,
2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 0! magnify the LORD with me,
With me exalt His Name; When in distress to Him I callid,
He to my rescue came.
4 The hosts of GOD encamp around
The dwellings of the just: Deliv'rance He affords to all
Who on His succour trust.
5 O! make but trial of His love;
Experience will decide
Who in His truth confide.
6 Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
He'll make your wants His care.
Psalm XXXVI. Saints' interest in God's Attributes and Providence. 1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of Heav'n transcends ; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains;
Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are ; Thy providence the world sustains ;
The whole creation is Thy care. 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
And saints in Thy protection trust! 4. Such guests shall to Thy courts be led,
To banquet on Thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.
Thy presence is eternal day:
Of him that moves by His command : Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd ;
For God upholds him with His hand.
2 Observe the perfect man with care, And mark all such as upright are ;
Their roughest days in peace shall end : While on the latter end of those Who dare God's sacred will oppose,
A common ruin shall attend. 3 God to the just will aid afford : Their only safeguard is the LORD;
Their strength in time of need is He: Because on Him they still depend, Their LORD will timely succour send,
Andfrom the wicked set them free.
Mortality of Man.-Vanity of the World.
Thou Maker of my frame;
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flow'r and prime !
Like shadows o'er the plain ;
But all their noise is vain.
Some toil for earthly store;
And straight are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
And disappoint our trust.
My fond desires recal;
And silent still I'll stand :
I own Thy chast'ning hand.
To me destructive prove?
Thy vengeful stroke remove!
To close this wasting span,
Such vanity is man!
Nor still Thy help deny!
Beneath thy hand I lie.
From stage to stage I go: As all my fathers were before,
Short sojourner below!
6 O! grant me, LORD! a kind reprieve;
My gracious strength restore,
Go hence- and be no more!
Deliverance from great Distress.
i I WAITED meekly for the LORD,
Till He vouchsaf'd a kind reply; Who did His gracious ear afford,
And heard from Heav'n my humble cry. .
2 He took me from the dismal pit,
When founder'd deep in miry clay; On solid ground He plac'd my feet,
And suffer'd not my steps to stray.
3 The wonders He for me has wrought
Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise ; And others, to His worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
4 Who can the wondrous works recount
Which Thou, O GOD, for us hast wrought?
5 For those who humbly seek Thy face,
To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize Thy saving grace,
With mé resound, The LORD be prais'd.