2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet,
Through this dark wilderness;

Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Then to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;

My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

115 W My shepherd, and my guide,

HILE my Redeemer's near,

I bid farewell to every fear;
My wants are all supplied.

2 To ever-fragrant meads,

Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.

3 Dear Shepherd, if I stray,

My wandering feet restore,

And guard me with thy watchful eye,
And let me rove no more.

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boundless mercy, gracious Lord appear, Darkness dispel, the humble mourner cheer; Vain thoughts remove, melt down the flinty heart, Draw every soul to choose the better part.

2 Thy presence fills the universal space,
Thy grace appears to all the human race;
Oh! visit us with light and life divine,
Fill every soul,-for every soul is thine.

3 The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my love:
He is my King: from him I would not move.
Hence earthly charms! far, far from me depart,
Nor seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart.

4 That uncreated beauty, which has gained
My ravished heart, has all my glory stained:
His loveliness my soul has prepossessed,
And left no room for any other guest.

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KING of kings, beneath thy wings
My soul would still repose;

My refuge sure my strength secure.
Against surrounding foes!

2 Thy wondrous ways to grateful praise,
Shall move my heart and tongue;
By hosts above thy deeds of love,
In joyful notes are sung.

3 May I proclaim thy sacred name,
By living, Lord, to thee!
Then shall I rise above the skies,
And thy perfections see.

4 0 who can tell what glories dwell,
Around the eternal throne!

There joys divine, that ne'er decline,
Are by the righteous known.

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LET him, whose sorrow
No relief can find,

Trust in God, and borrow
Ease for heart and mind.

2 Where the mourner, weeping,
Sheds the secret tear,
God his watch is keeping,
Though none else is near.

3 God will never leave thee;
All thy wants he knows,
Feels the pains that grieve thee,
Sees thy cares and woes.

4 Raise thine eyes to heaven
When thy spirits quail,
When, by tempests driven,
Heart and courage fail.
5 All our woe and sadness,
In this world below,
Balance not the gladness
We in heaven shall know

6 Jesu, Holy Saviour,

In the realms above

Crown us with thy favor,
Fill us with thy love.

119 Saviour, strengthen me,

N the hour of trial,

Lest, by base denial,
I depart from thee.

2 When thou seest me waver,
With a look recall;

Nor for fear or favor
Suffer me to fall.

3 With its witching pleasures Would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures

Spread to work me harm.

4 Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane;

Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-crowned Calvary.

5 If with sore affliction
Thou in love chastise,
Pour thy benediction
On the sacrifice.

6 Then, upon thine altar
Freely offered up,

Though the flesh may falter,
Faith shall drink the cup.

7 So, through joy and sorrow,
Thou my stay shall be;
And my heart shall borrow
Strength and hope from thee.

8 On thy truth relying

Through this mortal strife,
Lord, receive me, dying,
To eternal life.