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5 To God eternal thanks be paid,
My sure defence, my constant aid:
(P. M. CALVARY.) The desponding Christian encouraging himself. 1 O My soul! what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Bid thy restless fears be gone:
Trust in his all-powerful name. 2 What though Satan's strong temptations
Press around thee, day by day;
Fill thee oft with sad dismay ?
Thou shalt conquer through his blood. 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee ·
From without and from within,
66 But will save from death and sin :" He is faithful
To perform his promised word. 4 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread the thorny road, His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon He'll bring thee home to God : Therefore praise Him;Praise thy great Redeemer's name !
God, the refuge of the distressed.
In Him undaunted we'll confide, Though earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost,
Hurl'd downward by the roaring tide. 2 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of the Lord shall fill,
The royal seat of God most high ;
While his Almighty aid is nigh.
He thunder'd and dispers'd their powers;
Confession of natural corruption.
And born unholy and unclean ;
Corrupts the race and taints us all. 2 Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defiled in every part:
3 The precious blood of Christ alone
Hath power sufficient to atone,
And nature's darkness turn to light. 4. Wash out our guilt of crimson hue;
Create our sinful hearts anew;
(L. M. PANCRAS.)
Confession of actual transgression.
And now with speed some pity take !
And spare us for thy mercy's sake. 2 Against Thee only have we sinn'd,
And done much evil in thy sight,
Yet were thy judgments just and right. 3 But, Lord ! be gracious to our call :
Thy wrath avert, our fears remove,
That parts the sinner from thy love. 4 Our great and numerous crimes, O God!
With grief unfeign'd we now deplore:
(L. M. RANDALL.)
Supplicating and praising God.
On Thee alone our hopes depend :
Till the rude storm be overpast.
Our fears with holy joy are mix’d;
To Thee in grateful songs of praise. 3 Thy praises, Lord ! we will resound
To all the listening nations round?
Thy love the bighest heaven transcends. 4 Be Thou, O Lord ! exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
God the God of the seasons. 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy !
Praise shall our hearts and lips employ,
To crown Thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
3 The clouds, disposed at thy command,
Their fatness drop through every land:
And plenty smiles o'er all her fields. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise :
With morning light and evening shade ! 5 Here in thy house let incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes ;
(s. M. BATH.)
For the light of God's countenance. 1 With mercy, God of grace!
The sons of men behold;
To all on earth unfold.
Thy saving health reveal ;
The song of praise may swell. 3 For when thy just command,
And gentle sway they feel,
“ The song of praise shall swell.” 4 Then earth in faith and love
Shall bring her full increase ;
With thine eternal peace.