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3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved
Down to the present day;
And bear a song away.
J. FAWCETT. “ As thy Day, so shall thy Strength be.” 1 AFFLICTED saint, to God draw near;
Thy Father's gracious promise hear;
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,
For "as thy day, thy strength shall be." 4 When called by him to bear the cross,
Or sore affliction, pain, or loss,
Still " as thy day, thy strength shall be.” 5 When death at length appears in view,
His presence shall thy fears subdue ;
1 'TIS my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
Sanctifying every loss :
But with humble faith to see
This is happiness to me.
Of affliction, pain, and toil:
Which would else o'erspread the soil :
Trials give new life to prayer ;
Lay me low, and keep me there.
DODDRIDGE. Assurance of the divine Presence and Help. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
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 ?
3 On this support my soul shall lean,
And banish every care ;
If God be with me there.
'Midst all my various ways, The darkest shades, through which I pass,
Shall echo with his praise.
DODDRIDGE. The Discipline of Providence merciful. 1 HOW gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God!
Which blossom from his rod! 2 He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,
May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus they bow,
And own his sovereign sway;
To his forsaken way.
And seek the happy bands,
To honor his commands. 5 Dear Father, we consent
To discipline divine,
Still more completely thine.
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,
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When, in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,
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;
That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
The glorious theme renew,
DODDRIDGE. Deliverance celebrated, and good Resolutions formed. 1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace ;
And in thy praise exalt our voice. 2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread ;
By thee were earth's foundations laid;
Proclaim the wise, the gracious God. 3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death ;
And lengthens life to future years.
Kindled by him, by him restored ;
5 So, when by him our souls are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
1 LOOK back, my soul, with grateful love,
On what thy God has done;