1 353. P.M. WATTS. UPWAR The same subject. PWARD I lift mine eyes, To which I fly: 2 My feet shall never slide, 3 Since GOD my guard and guide, That never sleep, Shall Israel keep, No burning heats by day, 4 Hast thou not given thy word, I'll go 1 and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high He calls me home. 354. C.M. MRS. STEELE. Reliance upon God. MY GOD! my father!—cheering name! O may I call thee mine? Give me with humble hope to claim 2 This only can my fears control, What real harm can reach my soul 3 Whate'er thy providence denies For thou art just, and good, and wise: 4 Whate'er thy sov'reign will ordains, 5 If pain and sickness rend this frame, Is not thy mercy still the same 6 Thy ways, great GOD! are little known To my weak erring sight; Yet shall my soul, believing, own 7 My GOD! my father! blissful name! If thou accept my humble claim, 355. C.M. WATTS. GOD the defence of his people. 1 THE LORD of glory is my light, 2 GOD has a strong pavilion, where 3 In GoD, most holy, just, and true, 4 What tho' the hosts of sin and death Vain fears no more shall shake my soul, 5 Ye groundless terrors, then, begone! The man who truly fears his GOD, 356. L. M. 1 356. L.M. WATTS. The safety of good men amidst national calamities. GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of deep distress invade: Ere we can offer our complaints, 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd 4 'Midst storms and tempests, LORD, thy word ON N GOD we build our sure defence, His hand protects our varying life 2 Our minds shall be serene and calm, Whose soft and silver streams refresh 3 With wonder see what mighty pow'r Lo! where amidst her stately walls, 4 Hither, ye num'rous nations! crowd; And see o'er all the earth display'd 5 Attend, and hear his awful voice: 66 G We to the mighty LORD of hosts For refuge fly to Jacob's GOD, 358. C.M. DODDRIDGE. Assurance of the divine presence. AND art thou with us, gracious LORD, dissipate our fear? Dost thou proclaim thyself our GOD, 2 Doth thy right-hand which form'd the earth, And bears up all the skies, Stretch from on high its friendly aid, 3 On thy support our souls shall lean, The gloomy vale of death will smile, 359. L. M |