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5 My supplicating voice
Unwearied I will raise:

Say to thy servant's soul, 'Rejoice,'
And fill my mouth with praise.

583.

C. M.

*DODDRIDGE.

On Recovery from Sickness.

1 LORD, in thy service I would spend
The remnant of my days;
Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thy own almighty power and love
Did this weak frame sustain,

When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 And when the pains of death were felt,
Thou didst deliverance bring,
And spare my pale and quivering lips
Thy matchless grace to sing.

4 Into thy hands, my Savior God!
I did my soul resign,

In firm dependence on that truth
Which made salvation mine.

5 From the dark borders of the grave,
At thy command, I come;

Nor would I urge a speedier flight
Το my celestial home.

6 Where thou shalt settle my abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in thy presence death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

584.

L. M.

WATTS.

Sickness and Sorrow Removed. Ps. 30.

1 I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high;
At thy command diseases fly;
Who but a God can speak, and save
From the dark borders of the grave!

2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your powers rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.

585.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Widow's Prayer.

1 THOUGH, faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and woe,

My widowed feet are doomed to stray
'Mid thorny paths below;

2 Be thou, O Lord! my Savior still-
My confidence and guide;
I know that perfect is thy will,
Whate'er that will decide.

3 I know the soul that trusts in thee
Thou never wilt forsake;

And though a bruised reed I be,
That reed thou wilt not break.

4 Then, keep me, Lord! where'er I go—
Support me on my way,

Though, worn with poverty and woe,
My widowed footsteps stray!

5 To give my weakness strength, O God!
Thy staff shall yet avail;

And though thou chasten with thy rod,
That staff shall never fail.

586.

L. M.

ANONYMOUS.

On the Death of a Child.

1 As the sweet flower which scents the morn, But withers in the rising day,

Thus lovely seemed the infant's dawn!
Thus swiftly fled his life away!

2 Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death timely came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it bloom forever there.

3 Yet the sad hour that took the boy
Perhaps has spared a heavier doom,-
Snatched him from scenes of guilty joy,
Or from the pangs of ills to come.

4 He died before his infant soul
Had ever burned with wrong desire,
Had ever spurned at Heaven's control,
Or ever quenched its sacred fire.

5 He died to sin, he died to care,-
But for a moment felt the rod,
Then, rising on the viewless air,
His happy spirit soared to God.

587.

C. M.

COTTON.

In Affliction.

1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.

2 When darkness and when sorrows rose,
And pressed on every side,
The Lord has still sustained my steps,
And still has been my guide.

3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn,
He will restore my peace;
For he who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.

4 In the dark watches of the night
I'll count his mercies o'er;

I'll praise him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.

5 Here will I rest, here build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more than all the world to me,-
My health, my life, my God!

588.

MISCELLANEOUS.

C. M.

WATTS.

Power of Sin broken at Death.

1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they be! And, like a violent sea,

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing and tell The wonders of his grace;

Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

5 Forever his dear sacred name

Shall dwell upon our tongue;
And Jesus and salvation be

The close of every song.

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