It is the Lord-should I distrust It is the Lord-who can sustain Second Part. IT is the Lord-whose matchless skill With ever-growing praise. It is the Lord-my cov'nant God, Whose gracious promise seal'd with blood, His cov'nant will my soul defend, And the great Judge of all descend And can my soul with hopes like these Be sullen, or repine? No, gracious God, take what thou please, To thee I all resign. 98. The Christian Warfare. Eph. vi. 13-17. COOMBS'S. MY captain sounds th' alarm of war; Rous'd by the animating sound, Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, In him I hope, in him I trust: 99. The Ministry of Angels. CHARD. GREAT God! what hosts of angels stand Immortal fires! seraphic flames! Who can recount their various names? How eagerly they wish to know Hither, at his command they fly Send, O my God, some angel down, 100. Troubled, but making God a Refuge. DEAR refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, My fainting hope relies. For thou alone canst heal; For ev'ry pain I feel. I fear to call thee mine; And all my hopes decline. Thou art my only trust; Though prostrate in the dust. Here let my soul retreat; And wait beneath thy feet. 101. Solicitous of finishing his Course with Joy. Acts xx. 24. ULVERSTON. For the rich gospel of thy grace; Worship. FEVERSHAM. E'en on earth, thy temples are; |