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It is the Lord-should I distrust

Or contradict his will ?
Who cannot do but what is just,

And must be righteous stili.
It is the Lord-who gives me all

My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recal

Whatever part he please.
It is the Lord—who can sustain

Beneath the heaviest load;
From whom assistance I obtain
To tread the thorny road.

Second Part.
IT is the Lord—whose matchless skill

Can from afflictions raise
Matter, eternity to fill

With ever-growing praise.
It is the Lord-my coy’nant God,

Thrice blessed be his name!
Whose gracious promise seal'd with blood,

Must ever be the same.
His cov'nant will my soul defend,

Should nature's self expire;
And the great Judge of all descend

In awful flames of fire.
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;

66 Awake, the pow’rs of hell are near! 66 To arms! to arms!” I hear him cry, “ 'Tis your's to conquer or to die.” Rous’d by the animating sound, I cast my eager eyes around; Make haste to gird my armour on, And bid each trembling fear begone. Hope is my helmet, faith my shield,

Thy word, my God, the sword I wield;
With sacred truth my loins are girt,
And holy zeal inspires my heart.
Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight,
Resolv'd to put my foes to flight;
While Jesus kindly deigns to spread
His conqu’ring banner o'er my head.
In him I hope, in him I trust :
His bleeding cross is all my boast :
Through troops of foes he'll lead me on
To vict'ry, and the victor's crown.

99. The Ministry of Angels.

CHARD.

GI
REAT God! what hosts of angels stand

In shining ranks at thy right hand,
Array'd in robes of dazzling light,
With pinions stretch'd for distant flight!

Inmortal fires! seraphic flames!
Who can recount their various names ?
In strength and beauty they excel,
For near the throne of God they dwell.
How eagerly they wish to know
The duties he would have them do!
What joy their active spirits feel
To execute their soy'reign's will!

Hither, at his command they fly
To guard the beds on which we lie;
To shield our persons night and day,
And scatter all our fears away.
Send, O my God, some angel down,
(Though to a mortal eye unknown)
To guide and guard my doubtful way
Up to the realms of endless day.

100. Troubled, but making God a

Refuge.
CHARMOUTH.

DE

EAR refuge of my weary soul,

On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies.
To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief

For ev'ry pain I feel.
But, Oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline.
Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?

Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to thee,

Though prostrate in the dust.
Thy mercy-seat is open still,

Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,

And wait beneath thy feet.

101. Solicitous of finishing his Course

with Joy. Acts xx. 24.

ULVERSTON.

ASSIST us, Lord, thy name to praise

For the rich gospel of thy grace; And, that our hearts

may

love it more, Teach them to feel its vital pow'r. With joy may we our course pursue, And keep the crown of life in view; That crown, which in one hour repays The labour of ten thousand days. Should bonds or death obstruct our way, Unmov'd, their terrors we'll survey; And the last hour improve for thee The last of life, or liberty. Welcome those bonds which

may

unite Our souls to their supreme delight! Welcome that dcath whose painful strife Bears us to Christ our better life! 102. The Excellency of Public

Worship. FEVERSHAM.
LO
ORD of hosts, how lovely fair,

E'en on earth, thy temples are;
Here thy waiting people see
Much of heav'n and much of thee.

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