Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the tight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right-hand?
2 Place on the Lord reliance,
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thine heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
-The Lord will give thee peace.
HYMN 372. P. M.
CALL Jehovah thy salvation,
Rest beneath the Almighty's shade;
In his secret habitation
Dwell, nor ever be dismay'd:
There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.
2 From the sword at noon-day wasting,
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defence;
Fear not thou the deadly quiver,
When a thousand feel the blow;
Mercy shall thy soul deliver,
Though ten thousand be laid low.
3 Only with thine eye, the anguish
Of the wicked thou shalt see,
When by slow disease they languish,
When they perish suddenly:
Thee, though winds and waves be swelling, God, thine hope, shall bear through all; Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall.
4 He shall charge his angel-legions,
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert-wilds thou sleep;
On the lion vainly roaring,
On his young, thy foot shall tread, And, the dragon's den exploring,
Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head.
5 Since, with pure and firm affection,
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection,
He will shield thee from above:
Thou shalt call on Him in trouble,
He will hearken, He will save,
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.
10 COME, let us sing to the Lord,
In God our salvation rejoice;
In psalms of thanksgiving record
His praise, with one spirit, one voice:
For Jehovah is King, and He reigns,
The God of all gods, on his throne;
The strength of the hills He maintains,
The ends of the earth are his own.
2 The sea is Jehovah's;-He made
The tide its dominion to know;
The land is Jehovah's;-He laid
Its solid foundations below:
O come let us worship, and kneel
Before our Creator, our God;
-The people who serve him with zeal,
-The flock whom He guides with his rod.
3 His wrath let us fear to provoke,
To dwell in his favour unite;
His service is freedom, his yoke
Is easy, his burden is light:
But, oh! of rebellion beware,
Rebellion, that hardens the breast,
Lest God in his anger should swear
That we shall not enter his rest.
HYMN 374. P. M.
THE scene, when this material
Shail have vanished like a cloud.
When, amid the wide ethereal,
All the invisible shall crowd;
And the naked soul, surrounded
With innumerous hosts of light,
Triumph in the view unbounded,
And adore the Infinite.
2 In that sudden, strange transition,
By what new and tender sense,
Shail she grasp the mighty vision,
And receive its influence?
Angels, guard the new immortal
Through the wonder-teeming space
To the everlasting portal,
To the spirit's resting-place.
3 Will she there no fond emotion,
Nought of earthly love retain?
Or, absorbed in pure devotion,
Will no mortal trace remain?
Can the grave those ties dissever,
With the very heart-strings twin'd
Must she part and part for ever,
With the friends she leaves behind?
4 No; the part she still remembers:
Faith and hope, surviving too,
Ever watch those sleeping embers,
Which must rise and live anew
For the widow'd lonely spirit
Mourns till she be clothed afresh,
Longs perfection to inherit,
And to triumph in the flesh.
5 Angels, let the ransom'd stranger
In your tender care be blest,
Hoping, trusting, free from danger,
Till the trumpet end her rest;
Till the trump which shakes creation
Through the circling heavens shall to
Till the day of consummation,
Till the bridal of the soul.
Can I trust a fellow-being?
Can I trust an angel's care?
O thou merciful All-seeing,
Beam around my spirit there!
Jesus, blessed Mediator,
Thou the dreary path hast trod!
Thou the Judge, the Consummator
Shepherd of the fold of God!
7 Blessed fold! no eye can enter,
And no friend departeth thence;
Jesus is their sun and centre,
And their shield omnipotence:
Blessed-for the Lamb shall feed them,
All their tears shall wipe away,
To the living fountains lead them,
Till fruition's perfect day.
HYMN 375. C. M.
For a Sunday School.
UR gracious Father, God and King,
Who reigns enthron'd on high;
Who did from darkness nature bring,
And rules the earth and sky.
? He, when on earth, did children take
And bless them in his arms-
He lov'd them for his mercy's sake,
And kept them from alarms.
3 We children, Lord, assemble here
Instruction to receive;
To learn the path of lial fear
To guide us how to live.
4 Bless us again, we do beseech,
Smile on us from above-
Thine arm of mercy to us reach,
And teach us Thee to love.
5 We're prone to evil every day,
And fear we oft offend;
We often wander from the way-
Our thoughts to evil tend.
6 But when we to reflection turn,
The evil then is seen;
Our little hearts with shame do burn,
To think how bad we've been.
7 Ch grant us grace and strength to learn To do thy holy will;
And may our little feet stand firm,
On Zion's beauteous hill.
8' Then to the path of holiness
Our eager steps we'll bend,
And fear no danger or distress,
Whilst Thou dost stand our friend.
HYMN 376. P. M.
FAR above you vaulted sky,
AR above yon glorious ceiling
Jesus sits, his love revealing
To his splendid troops on high.
2 Hosts seraphic humbly bowing,
At his feet they prostrate fall;
Saints and angels all avowing,
God in Christ is all in all.
3 Could we leave our foolish dreaming
Of a fancied heaven below,
And see Jesus' glory beaming,
How our soul would long to go.
4 Earth by us would then be spurned,
All its vanity subside;
Fuel fit for to be burned,
All its honours, pleasures, pride.
5 From the general conflagration
We should to God's refuge fly:
Clasp the hope of our salvation,
Live in Christ, in Jesus die.
We in him our rest regaining,
All its blessedness should prove;
O'er our foes victorious reigning,
Perfected in spotless love.
7 We should for his day be waiting,
When the full reward is given;
When the glorious work's completed,
Jesus takes his church to heaven.
Pure from every stain of nature,
There in holiness to shine;
Moulded like its great Creator,
All immortal, all divine.
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