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6 Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Thy sov'reign will denies,
My humble pray'r arise;
From every murmur free;
And make me live to thee:
My life and death attend,
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
And contradict his gracious word.
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 3 When first before his mercy seat,
Thou didst to him thy all commit;
To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call ?
That thou shalt overcome at last ?
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
HYMN 158. 1 HEAR, gracious God! my humble moan,
To thee I breathe my sighs ;
When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise ?
Thy promise is my stay;
Thy presence makes my day.
Relieve my aching heart;
And all their gloom depart.
And bless thy healing rays,
(II. 3.) Psalm xlii. 1-5. 1 AS, panting in the sultry beam,
The hart desires the cooling stream,
And see thy glory, face to face.
And tears on tears successive roll;
O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walk'd the happy round
That 'circles Zion's holy ground,
Responsive to the solemn song.
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ?
(II. 3.) A compassionate High Priest. Hebrews iv. 15. I WHEN gath’ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow away,
Shall guard me in that dang’rous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
For thou did'st weep o'er Laz’rus dead, 5 And, oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last,
In pleasure's path how long I stray'd,
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God.
I bless thy hand that caus'd the smart;
But sav'd me from eternal wo!
Thy precepts I had still despis’d,
Had my unwary feet betray'd.
They fix my hopes on thy abode;
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
And turn my darkness into day.
My morning sacrifice I bring;
And be my advocate with God. 3 As ev'ry day thy mercy ares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
And be thy pure example mine. 4 When pain transfixes ev'ry part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
And grant thy servant sweet relief. 5 Should poverty's destructive blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its varied blessings in my store;
And humbly may I walk with thee.
And weari'd nature seeks repose,
8 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
(L. M.) I have set God always before me.” Ps. xvi. 9, 1 SAVIOUR! when night involves the skies,
My soul, adoring, turns to thee! Thee, self-abas'd in mortal guise,
And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays,
To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Thee, thron'd in glory's endless blaze,
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 4 O’er earth, when shades of ev'ning steal,
To death and thee my thoughts I give; To death, whose pow'r I soon must feel, To thee, with whom I trust to live. HYMN 164.
Thy daily course of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last:
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare.
And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Glory to thee, eternal King."
May your devotion me inspire;