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3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,

And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved

Down to the present day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,

And bear a song away.

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L. M.

J. FAWCETT. As thy Day, so shall thy Strength be.1 AFFLICTED saint, to God draw near;

Thy Father's gracious promise hear;
His faithful word declares to thee,

That was thy day, thy strength shall be." 2 Let not thy heart despond, and say,

"How shall I stand this trying day?" He has engaged, by firm decree,

That “as thy day, thy strength shall be." 3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;

And if the conflict should be long,
The Lord will make the tempter flee;

For "as thy day, thy strength shall be." 4 When called by him to bear the cross,

Or sore affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress and poverty,

Still " as thy day, thy strength shall be.” 5 When death at length appears in view,

His presence shall thy fears subdue ;
He comes to set thy spirit free;
And “as thy day, thy strength shall be.”


7s M.


Welcome, Cross.

1 'TIS my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,
But the Savior's power to know,

Sanctifying every loss :
Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all, -

This is happiness to me.
2 God in Israel sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil:
These spring up, and choke the weeds

Which would else o'erspread the soil :
Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to prayer ;
Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE. Assurance of the divine Presence and Help. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,

To dissipate our fear;
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God

Our God forever near ?

2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth,

And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,

When dangers round us rise ?

3 On this support my soul shall lean,

And banish every care ;
The gloomy vale of death must smile,

If God be with me there.
4 While I his gracious succor prove

'Midst all my various ways, The darkest shades, through which I pass,

Shall echo with his praise.

S. M.

DODDRIDGE. The Discipline of Providence merciful. 1 HOW gracious and how wise

Is our chastising God!
And, O, how rich the blessings are,

Which blossom from his rod! 2 He lifts it up on high

With pity in his heart,
That every stroke his children feel

May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus they bow,

And own his sovereign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back

To his forsaken way.
4 His covenant love they seek,

And seek the happy bands,
That closer still engage their hearts;

To honor his commands. 5 Dear Father, we consent

To discipline divine,
And bless the pains that make our souls

Still more completely thine.


C. M.


God's merciful and constant Protection.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

3 When, in the slippery paths of youth,

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man. 4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renewed my face ; And when in sin and sorrow sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

6 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew,

L. M.

DODDRIDGE. Deliverance celebrated, and good Resolutions formed. 1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess

The various riches of thy grace ;
Crowned with thy mercy, we rejoice,

And in thy praise exalt our voice. 2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread ;

By thee were earth's foundations laid;
And all the charms of men's abode

Proclaim the wise, the gracious God. 3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,

When trembling on the verge of death ;
Gently it wipes away our tears,

And lengthens life to future years.
4 These lives are sacred to the Lord ;

Kindled by him, by him restored ;
And, while our hours renew their race,
Still would we walk before his face.

5 So, when by him our souls are led

Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant shall they move
To seats of nobler life above.


C. M.


Deliverance celebrated.

1 LOOK back, my soul, with grateful love,

On what thy God has done;
Praise him for his unnumbered gifts,
And praise him for his Son.

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