He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceiv'd by those I lov'd too well,
He shall his pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe;
At once betray'd, denied, or fled
By all that shar'd his daily bread.
4 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies,
Yet he, who once vouchsaf'd to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
5 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me-for a little while-
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
6 And oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last;
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed-for thou hast died!
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
AR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree;
And seem, by thy rich bounty, made
For those who follow thee.
3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!
4 There like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5 Author and guardian of my life!
Sweet source of life divine!
And-all harmonious names in one-
My Saviour! thou art mine.
6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.
HYMN XXXV.
H for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
Which leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the happiness I knew,
When once I prais'd the Lord,
And felt the heart-reviving view
Of Jesus, and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But now I feel a painful void,
No human joys can fill.
4 Eternal Spirit! O return,
Kind messenger of rest!
Forgive the sins for which I mourn,
And reign within my breast.
5 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer joys shall mark the road
Which leads me to the Lamb.
HYMN XXXVI.
10-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,
It is at thy command.
2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away:
Oh! may thy servants, truly wise,
Improve each passing day.
3 Since on each winged hour
Eternity is hung,
Awaken, by thy mighty power,
The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care;
Be that one thing pursued;
Lest, now despis'd, we never hear
Thy pardoning voice renew'd.
5 Teach us thy name to fear;
Spread an alarm abroad;
And cry, in ev'ry careless ear,
'Prepare to meet thy God!'
HAT is life? 'tis but a vapour;
Soon it vanishes away:
Life is like a dying taper;
O my soul, why wish to stay?
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy?
2 See that glory; how resplendent!
Brighter far than fancy paints;
There, in majesty transcendent,
Jesus reigns, the king of saints.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,
Sing with rapture of his love;
Through the heav'ns his praises sounding,
Filling all the courts above.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
4 Go, and share his people's glory,
'Midst the ransom'd crowd appear;
Thine a joyful, wond'rous story,
One that angels love to hear.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
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