Sweet rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mix'd with flowers.

2

Are health and ease my happy share!
Oh may I bless my God!

Thy kindness let my songs declare,
And spread thy praise abroad.

3

While such delightful gifts as these
Are kindly dealt to me;

Be all my hours of health and ease
Devoted, Lord, to thee!

4

And oh whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy providence denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise;

5

Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free ;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

406.

Consolation and Confidence in God our Father.

1

My God, my Father! cheering name!
Oh! may I call thee mine?

Give me with humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

2

This comfort will my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What real harm can reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

3

Whate'er thy providence denies

I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise,
And let thy will be mine.

4

Whate'er that gracious will ordains,
Lord! give me strength to bear :
Still let me say My Father reigns,'
And trust his tender care.

5

Thy ways, great God, are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

407.

God our Father.

1

Is there a lone and dreary hour
When worldly comforts lose their power;
My Father! let me turn to thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
2

Is there a time of fear or grief,
Which sees no prospect of relief;
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.

3

Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ;
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with thee, their home.

4

The noon-tide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene,
The sick, nay, e'en the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and power.
408.

The Upright encouraging himself in the Lord his God-1 Sam. xxx. 6.

1

JEHOVAH! 'tis a glorious name!
Still pregnant with delight;

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

2

What though our mortal comforts fade,
And droop like withering flowers!
Nor time, nor death, can break that band,
Which makes Jehovah ours.

409.

God the Source of Consolation and Health.

1

To calm the sorrows of the mind,
Our heavenly Friend is nigh,

To wipe the anxious tear that starts,
Or trembles in the eye.

2

Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart,
The secret woe control;
The inward malady canst heal,

The sickness of the soul.

3

Thou canst repress the rising sigh;
Canst soothe each mortal care;
And every deep and heartfelt groan
Is wafted to thine ear.

4

Thy gracious eye is watchful still;
Thy potent arm can save

From threatening danger and disease,
And the devouring grave.

5

Eternal Source of life and health,
And every bliss we feel!

In sorrow and in joy, to thee

Our grateful hearts appeal.

410.

Grateful Trust and Submission.

1

ONE prayer I have-all prayers in one,
When I am wholly thine-

Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.'

2

All-wise, Almighty, and All-good!
In thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown, or understood,
Åre merciful and just.

3

Is life with many comforts crown'd,
Upheld in peace and health,
With warm affections twin'd around?
Lord, in my time of wealth,

4

May I remember, that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.

5

Thy gifts are only then enjoy'd,
When us'd as talents lent;
Those talents only well employ'd,
When in thy service spent.

6

And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
The Lord is gracious still.'

411.

Confidence in God, a Cure for Anxiety.

1

OH why thus heavy, O my soul !
Say, why, distrustful still,

Thy thoughts, with vain impatience, roll
Ŏ'er scenes of future ill?

2

Let faith suppress the rising fear,

Each anxious doubt exclude:

Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here— Ă Maker wise and good!

3

His love to every trial knows
Its just restraint to give;
Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve.

4

Why then so heavy, O my soul !
Say, why, distrustful still,

Thy thoughts, with vain impatience, roll
O'er scenes of future ill?

5

Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,
Still in thy God confide;

His finger marks the seas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.

412.

Cheerful Confidence God's Gin oodness.

1

WITH God my friend, the radiant sun
Sheds a more lively ray;

Each object smiles; all nature charms;
I chase my cares away.

2

I cannot doubt his bounteous love,
Immeasurably kind;

To his unerring, gracious will,
Be every wish resign'd.

3

Good, when he gives—supremely good;
Nor less, when he denies;
Afflictions, from his gracious hand,
Are blessings in disguise.

413.

The Consolations of Faith.

1

WHY is my soul dismay'd with fear?
Though dangers gather round,