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Behold his wrath's avenging blast,
How slow to rise, how soon o'erpast ! 2. How prompt his favour to dispense
Its life-imparting influence !
Our deep afflictions to remove !
Beneath our roof perhaps may rest;
Shall wipe each transient tear away.
The acts of thy stupendous grace !-
HYMN 462. C. M.
And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
Or sinks them in the grave.
He takes but what he gave.
Let each rebellious sigh
And ev'ry murmur die.
Its praises shall be spread;
HYMN 463. L. M.
Troubl’d with storms, and big with show'rs; No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears. 2. Yet let the sons of
revive: God bids the soul, that seeks him, live;
And, from the gloomiest shade of night,
Calls forth a morning of delight. 3. The seeds of ecstacy unknown
Are in these water'd furrows sown.
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes ! 4. In secret foldings they contain
Onnumber'd ears of golden grain ;
'Till the ripe harvest load the ground.
And find his sheaves and bring them home; The voice, long broke with sighs, shall sing, 'Till heav'n with hallelujahs ring.
HYMN 464. L. M. 1. My God, whose all-pervading eye
Views earth beneath, and heav'n above : Witness, if here or there thou seest
An object of mine equal love. 2. Not the gay scenes, where mortal men
Pursue their bliss and find their wo, Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heav'n to view. 3. Fix'd near th' immortal seat of bliss,
Dauntless, and joyous, it surveys Each form of horror and distress,
That all its deadliest foes can raise: 4. This feeble flesh shall faint and die,
This heart renew its pulse ng more ; Ev'n now it views the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are o'er. 5. But come, thou vanquish'd King of dread!
With thy own hand thy pow'r destroy.
HYMN 465. c. M. 1. TIE, evils that beset our path,
Who can prevent or cure?
When most we seem secure,
2. If we to-day sweet peace possess,
It soon must be withdrawn;
Before to-morrow's dawn.
And find an easy prey ;
Takes wings and flies away.
And creatures fade and die; Lord ! wean our hearts from things below, And fix our hopes on high !
HYMN 466. L. M. 1. WEARY of these low scenes of night,
My fainting heart grows sick of time, Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight,
Sighs for a distant happier clime. 2. 'Tis just, 'tis right: thus he ordains,
Who form'd this animated clod; That needful cares, instructive pains,
May bring the restless heart to God. 3. In him, my soul ! behold thy rest;
Nor hope for bliss below the sky. Come, resignation, to my breast,
And silence ev'ry plaintive sigh. 4. Then cheerful shall my heart survey
The toils and dangers of the road; And patient keep the heav'nly way, Which leads me homeward to my God.
HYMN 467. c. M.
We own thy pow'r divine;
For all the winds are thine.
They work thy sov'reign will ; And aw'd by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.
3. Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast
To those who seek thy face;
The whispers of thy grace.
'Till all the tumult cease; Sleep in thine arms, and wake in realms Of everlasting peace!
HYMN 468. L. M. 1. My God, my hope ! if thou art mine,
Why should my soul with sorrow pine? On thee alone I cast my care:
O leave me not in dark despair.
And life forsake this drooping heart;
Can chase the shades of death away. 3. My God, my Life ! if thou appear,
Not death itself can make me fear.
And gilds the horrors of the tomb. 4. Not all its horrors can affright,
If thou appear, my God, my light!
HYMN 469. L. M.
Extend her desolating reign,
Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain :
Around their famish'd master die; And hope itself despairing weep,
While life deplores its last supply: 3. Amid the dark, the deathful scene,
If I can say, the Lord is mine!
And glory dawn, though life decline.
4. The God of my salvation lives;
My nobler life he will sustain ; His word immortal vigour gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain.
Though ev'ry earthly comfort die;
And raise my sacred pleasures high. 6.0 let me hear thy blissful voice,
Inspiring life and joys divine.! The barren desert shall rejoice; 'Tis paradise, if thou art mine.
HYMN 470. S. M. 1. LORD, in this vale of tears,
What various woes we feel ! Diseases, pains, and doubts, and fears,
Surround thy children still. 2 What dangers fill the road !
What storms, and tempests roar! But we march onward to our God,
And trust his guardian pow'r. 3. No lasting comfort's found
Through this long wilderness:
Pleasures shall never cease. 4. Support us in the way,
Lord ! let our faith be strong; Direct our footsteps, lest we stray,
And guard our souls along. 5. Death shall convey us home;
Thither our hearts aspire: There no disease shall ever come, But joy shall be entire.
HYMN 471. L. M. 1. THOU, Lord, through ev'ry changing scene,
Hast to thy saints a refuge been: Through ev'ry age, eternal God, Their pleasing home, their safe abode: