5 My supplicating voice Say to thy servant's soul, 'Rejoice,' 583. C. M. *DODDRIDGE. On Recovery from Sickness. 1 LORD, in thy service I would spend 2 Thy own almighty power and love When life was hovering o'er the grave, 3 And when the pains of death were felt, 4 Into thy hands, my Savior God! In firm dependence on that truth 5 From the dark borders of the grave, Nor would I urge a speedier flight 6 Where thou shalt settle my abode, 584. L. M. WATTS. Sickness and Sorrow Removed. Ps. 30. 1 I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high; 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, 3 His anger but a moment stays; 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 2 Be thou, O Lord! my Savior still- 3 I know the soul that trusts in thee And though a bruised reed I be, 4 Then, keep me, Lord! where'er I go— Though, worn with poverty and woe, 5 To give my weakness strength, O God! And though thou chasten with thy rod, 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! 2 Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, 3 Yet the sad hour that took the boy 4 He died before his infant soul 5 He died to sin, he died to care,- 587. C. M. COTTON. In Affliction. 1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; 2 When darkness and when sorrows rose, 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, 4 In the dark watches of the night I'll praise him for ten thousand past, 5 Here will I rest, here build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod; He's more than all the world to me,- 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, 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise! 3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands 4 There shall we sit, and sing and tell The wonders of his grace; Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, 5 Forever his dear sacred name Shall dwell upon our tongue; The close of every song. |