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2. 'Tis wisdom guides his hand;
Nor dares my guilty fear, Amidst the sharpest pains I feel,
Pronounce his hand severe. 3. To soften ev'ry stroke,
Indulgent mercy bends; And, unrepining when I plead,
His gracious ear attends. 4. Let me reflect with awe,
Whene'er my heart complains : Compar'd with what my sins deserve,
How easy are my pains ! 5. Yes, Lord, I own thy hand,
Thou just, and wise, and kind!
HYMN 436. C. M.
They come at thy command.
Against thy chast’ning hand. 2. I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were:
When I the summons hear. 3. But if my life be spar'd awhile,
Before my last remove:
HYMN 437. c. M.' 1. My soul, the awful hour will come,
Apace it passeth on,
And thee to scenes unknown. 2. My heart, long laboring with its woes,
Shall pant and siifk away
On the last glimm'sing ray.
3. Whence in that hour shall I receive
A cordial for my pain,
Those friends would weep in vain ? 4. Great King of nature and of grace! To thee
my spirit flies,
Before thy pitying eyes.
And ev'ry secret fear;
Well-notic'd by thine ear.
Which to such love belongs,
HYMN 438. P. M.
On recovering from disease. 1. How vast is the tribute I owe
Of gratitude, homage, and praise,
The life and the length of my days! 2. When the sorrows I boded were come, I pour'd out my sighs and
my tears ; And to him, who alone can relieve,
My soul breath'd her vows and her pray'rs. 5. When my heart throbb’d with pain and alarm,
When paleness my cheek overspread, When sickness pervaded my frame;Then my soul on my
Maker was stay'd. 4. When death's awful image was nigh,
And no mortal was able to save; Thou didst brighten the valley of death,
And illumine the gloom of the grave. 5. In mercy thy presence dispels
The shades of calamity's night, And turns the sad scene of despair
To a morning of joy and delight.
6. Great source of my comforts restor'd!
Thou healer and balm of my woes! Thou hope and desire of my soul !
On thy mercy I'll ever repose. 7. How boundless the gratitude due
To thee, O thou God of my praise !
HYMN 439, L. M. 1. FIRM was my health, my, day, was bright,
And I presum?d 'twould ne'er be night. Fondly I said within my heart,
Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart. 2. But I forgot, thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long; And, when thy face was turn'd aside,
My health was gone, my comforts died. 3. Hear me, O God of grace! I said,
And raise me from among the dead.
Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 4. I will extol thee, Lord, on high:
At thy command diseases fly.
From the dark borders of the grave ? 5. Thine anger but a moment stays ;
Thy love is life and length of days. Though grief and tears the night employ, The morning-star restores the joy.
HYMN 440. C.. M. !I
love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pity'd ev'ry groan:
I'll basten to his throne.
And chas'd my griefs away.
While I have breath to pray !
3. Among the saints that fill thine house,
My off'ring shall be paid ;
My soul in anguish made,
He bade my pains remove. Return, my soul, to God, thy rest ; For thou hast known his love.
HYMN 441. c. M.
In ev'ry chast’ning stroke;
Thy presence I invoke.
And thou hast bow'd thine ear.
And brought salvation near.
That, with the pious throng,
And tune my grateful song. 4. Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our lab?ring breath!
Triumphant ev’n in death.
Those heav'nly gates display,
For ever flee away. 6. There, while the nations of the bless'd
With raptnres bow around;
HYMN 442. c. M.
Backwards I turn mine eyes: What varied scenes throughout the road
Awaken my surprise !
2. Thousands, to whom my natal hour
Imparted vital breath,
In the fast sleep of death.
Safe through unnumber'd snares,
Amidst its thorns and cares.
With goodness all my days;
A tongue to speak thy praise.
Echo along the road
That fill thy blest abode. 7. ON THE DEATH OF RELATIVES
HYMN 443. L. M.
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When tender friends and kindred die.
Should with our mourning passions blend;
Th’almighty ever-living Friend.
Thou art each tender name in one.
And comfort seek from thee alone.
Our rock, our portion, and our Friend !
king souls shall still depend.
HYMN 444. c. M.
And helpers be withdrawn ;