2 How oft hath his indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
And rescued from impending death,
When I in danger cried!

3 When on the bed of pain I lay,
With sickness sore oppressed,
How oft hath he assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest!

4 Back from destruction's yawning pit
At his command I came ;
He fed the expiring lamp anew,
And raised its feeble flame.

5 My broken spirit he hath cheered,
When torn with inward grief;
And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Hath brought me swift relief.

6 Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs;

Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heavenly songs.

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Confidence in the divine Care. Ps. 18.

1 NO change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been a rock,
A fortress and defence to me.

2 Thou my Deliverer art, my God;
My trust is in thy mighty power;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tower.

3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer, To God addressed my humble moan, Who graciously inclined his ear,

And heard me from his lofty throne.

4 He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heaven bowed down its awful head;
Beneath his feet substantial night
Was, like a sable carpet, spread.

5 The chariot of the King of kings,
Which active troops of angels drew,
On a strong tempest's rapid wings,
With most amazing swiftness flew.
6 Who, then, deserves to be adored,
But God, on whom my hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless power defend?

God our Refuge. Ps. 115.

1 NOT to ourselves, who are but dust, Not to ourselves, is glory due; Eternal God, thou only just,

WATTS.

Thou only gracious, wise, and true.

2 The God we serve maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies;
Through all the earth his will is done;
He knows our groans, he hears our cries.

3 0 Israel, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest;
The Lord shall build thy ruins up,
And bless the people and the priest.

4 The dead no more can speak thy praise;
They dwell in silence and the grave;
But we shall live to sing thy grace,
And tell the world thy power to save.

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DODDRIDGE.

The Days of the Upright known to God.

1 TO thee, my God, my days are known; My soul enjoys the thought;

My actions all before thy face,
Nor are my faults forgot.

2 Each secret breath devotion vents
Is vocal to thine ear;
And all my walks of daily life
Before thine eye appear.

3 The vacant hour, the active scene,
Thy mercy shall approve;
And every pang of sympathy,
And every care of love.

4 Each golden hour of beaming light
Is gilded by thy rays;

And dark affliction's midnight gloom
A present God surveys.

5 Full in thy view through life I pass,
And in thy view I die;

And, when each mortal bond is broke,
Shall find my God is nigh.

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God the Defence of the Just. Ps. 34.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.

2 O, magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name;
When, in distress, to him I called,
He to my rescue came.

3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
Who on his succor trust.

4 O, make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide

How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight;
He'll make your wants his care.

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God's Care of the Saints. Ps. 34.

1 LORD, I will bless thee all my days;
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue:

My soul shall glory in thy grace,

While saints rejoice to hear the song.

2 Come, magnify the Lord with me;
Come, let us all exalt his name;
I sought the eternal God, and he
Has not exposed my hope to shame.
3 I told him all my secret grief;

My secret groaning reached his ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,

And calmed the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes; Their faces feel the heavenly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies

Fills them with light and joy divine. 5 His holy angels pitch their tents

Around the men that serve the Lord: O, fear and love him, all his saints; Taste of his grace, and trust his word.

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The Saints' Trial and Safety. Ps. 125.

1 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be,
Firm as a rock, the soul shall rest,
That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love
That every saint surround.

3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on

To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ their Lord is gone,