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The Lord will provide.

1 THE saints should never be dismay'd,

Nor sink in hopeless fear;
For when they least expect His aid,

The SAVIOUR will appear.

2 This ABR’AM found : he rais'd the knife;

God saw, and said, “Forbear;" Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;

Behold the victim there!

3. Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;

But hark! the foe's at hand; Saul turns his arms another way,

To save th' invaded land.

Ą When Jonah sank beneath the wave,

He thought to rise no more; But God prepar'd a fish to save,

And bear him to the shore.

5 Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine,

That meet us in His Word ! May every deep-felt care of mine

Be trusted with the LORD!

6 Wait for His seasonable aid ;

And though it tarry, wait:
The promise may be long delay'd,

But cannot come too late.


* As thy Day is, so shall, &c."

1 AFFLICTED saint, to CHRIST draw near,

Thy SAVIOUR's gracious promise hear;
His faithful Word declares to thee,

That as thy day thy strength shall be. 2 Let not thy heart despond and say,

“ How shall I stand the trying day?"
He has engag'd, by firm decree,

That as thy day thy strength shall be.
3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;

And, if the conflict should be long,
The LORD will make the tempter flee:

For as thy day thy strength shall be. 4 Should persecution rage and flame,

Still trust in thy REDEEMER's Name ::
In fiery trials thou shalt see,

That as thy day thy strength shall be.
5 When call’d to bear the pond'rous cross,

Or sore afflictions, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty,

Still as thy day thy strength shall be. 6 When ghastly death appears in view,

CHRIST's presence shall thy fears subdue :
He comes to set thy spirit free;
And as thy day thy strength shall be.


Jesus hath done all things well."

i Now, in a song of grateful praise,

To God the LORD my voice I'll raise;
With all His saints I'll join to tell
My Jesus hath done all things well.

2 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free,

Has been His love to sinful me!
This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell:-
My Jesus hath done all things well.

3 I spurn'd His grace, I broke His laws,

And yet He undertook my cause;
To save me though I did rebel :
My Jesus hath done all things well.

4 And since my soul has known His love,

What mercies hath He made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel:
My Jesus hath done all things well.

5 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,

And in His arms shall close my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell —
My Jesus hath done all things well.

6 And when to that bright world I rise,

And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell-
My Jesus hath done all things well.


Afflictions permitted.
1 Not from the dust affliction grows,

Nor troubles rise by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes,

A sad inheritance ! 2 As sparks break out from burning coals,

And still are upwards borne;
So grief is rooted in our souls,

And man grows, up to mourn.
3 Yet with my God I leave my cause,

And trust His promis'd grace;
He rules me by His well-known laws

Of love and righteousness.
4. Not all the pains that e'er I bore

Shall spoil my future peace;
For death and hell can do no more

Than what my FATHER please.


Christ our Comfort in Distress.
1 0 THOU, to whose all-searching sight

The darkness shineth as the light;
Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee :

O burst these bonds, and set it free! 2 Wash out it's stains, refine it's dross, Nail


affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my LORD, art clean!


3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of woe;
JESUS, Thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 4 SAVIOUR, where'er Thy steps I see,

Dauntless, untir'd, I follow Thee!
O let Thy hand support me still,

And lead me to Thy holy hill !
5 If rough and thorny be the way,

My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is.calm, and joy, and peace.


“ Remember Me..

i GREAT Source from whom all blessings flow

To Thee for help I flee; In all my complicated woe,

O LORD! remember me.

2. When with a broken, contrite heart,

I lift mine eyes to Thee,
Thy Name proelaim, Thyself impart;

In love remember me.

3 In sore temptation, when no way. To shun the ill I

see, My strength proportion to my day;

For good remember me.

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