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True science is to read thy name,
True life t' obey thy will.
And following on pursue,
Fix and complete the view.
A stranger to myself and thee:
Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
And let my God, my Savior, go?
One sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone:
My heaven, and there my God, I find. 151
The Mercy of God.
And make that name our trust,
From mean and lifeless dust.
2 Awhile these frail machines endure,
The fabric of a day;
But moulder back to clay.
This thought is our repose -
Its various weakness knows.
While struggling with our load;
Our Father and our God.
We tend to realms of peace;
And every frailty cease. 152
Our contrite hearts inspire ;
And feed the pure desire. 2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind,
With guilt and fear oppressed ; 'Tis thine to bid the dying live,
And give the weary rest.
Whate'er that sin may be;
May worship only thee.
Thy sovereign will denies,
Let this petition rise:
From every murmur free;
And make me live to thee.
My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."
C. M. 154,
God our Refuge. 1 WHEN storms hang o'er the Christian's head
He flies unto his God,
Finds a secure abode.
Seek to disturb his peace,
And straight his sorrows cease. 3 When winds of strong temptation blow,
And floods of trouble roll,
Of his distressed soul.
God our Support.
To dissipate our fear?
Our God forever near? 2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
When dangers round us rise ?
And banish every care ;
If God be with us there.
'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades through which we pass
Shall echo with his praise.
Be my vain wishes stilled ;
With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar ;Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;
I adore ! 3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear
Because conferred by thee.
In every pain I bear,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Thy love my thoughts shall fill : Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see:
That heart shall rest on thee! 157
Be with us, Lord.
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column's glow.
When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray! 4 And 0, when gathers on our path
In shade and storm the frequent night,