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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!
The fountain of all I possess,
The life and the light of my days!

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HYMN 439. L. M.

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 word rebuk'd the pains I felt; Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 4. I will extol thee, Lord, on high: At thy command diseases fly. Who but a God can speak and save 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.

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HYMN 440. c.. M..

love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pity'd ev'ry groan:

Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2. I love the Lord; he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away.

O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

3. Among the saints that fill thine house,
My off'ring shall be paid;

There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

4. The Lord beheld me sore distrest;
He bade my pains remove.

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Return, my soul, to God, thy rest;
For thou hast known his love.

HYMN 441. c. M.

SOVREIGN of life, I own thy hand
In ev'ry chast'ning stroke;
And while I smart beneath thy rod,
Thy presence I invoke.

2. To thee in my distress I cried,
And thou hast bow'd thine ear.
Thy pow'rful word prolong'd my life,
And brought salvation near.

3. Unfold the gates of righteousness,
That, with the pious throng,
I may record my solemn vows,
And tune my grateful song.

4. Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our lab'ring breath!

Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints
Triumphant ev❜n in death.

5. My God! in thine appointed hour,
Those heav'nly gates display,

Where pain and sin, and fear and death,
For ever flee away.

6. There, while the nations of the bless'd With raptnres bow around;

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My anthems to deliv'ring grace
In sweeter strains shall sound.

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HYMN 442. c. M.

HEN o'er the trodden paths of life
Backwards I turn mine eyes:

What varied scenes throughout the road
Awaken my surprise!

2. Thousands, to whom my natal hour
Imparted vital breath,

Just look'd on life, and clos'd their eyes
In the fast sleep of death.

3. Thousands, who climb'd to manhood's stage,
Safe through unnumber'd snares,
Travell'd not far, before they sunk
Amidst its thorns and cares.
4. Follow'd through ev'ry changing stage,
With goodness all my days:
Deny me not a heart to love,
A tongue to speak thy praise.

5. Ten thousand thousand thanks to thee
Echo along the road

O may I join those endless songs,
That fill thy blest abode.

7. ON THE DEATH OF RELATIVES

OR FRIENDS.

HYMN 443. L. M.

1. THE God of love will sure indulge
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When righteous persons fall around,
When tender friends and kindred die.
2. Yet not one anxious murm'ring thought
Should with our mourning passions blend;
Nor should our bleeding hearts forget
Th' almighty ever-living Friend.

3. Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide!
Thou art each tender name in one.
On thee we cast our ev'ry care,

And comfort seek from thee alone.

4. Our Father God, to thee we look,

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Our rock, our portion, and our Friend!
And on thy gracious love and truth

Our sinking souls shall still depend.
HYMN 444. C. M.

1. MUST friends and kindred droop and die,
And helpers be withdrawn ;

While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone?
2. Be thou our comfort, mighty God!
Our helper and our friend;
Nor leave us in this dang'rous road,
"Till all our trials end.

3. O may our feet pursue the way
Our pious fathers led;
While love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead.

4. Let us be wean'd from earthly joys;
Let hope our grief dispel :
The dead in Jesus shall arise,
In endless bliss to dwell.

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HYMN 445. c. M.

On the death of a young person. WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand :

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2. While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, imprest
With awful pow'r,-I too must die,
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3. Let this vain world delude no more;
Behold the gaping tomb:

It bids us seize the present hour;
To-morrow death may come.

4. The voice of this alarming scene
May ev'ry heart obey;

Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.
HYMN 446. c. M.

On the death of a child.

1.IFE is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!

Man is a tender transient flow'r,
That ev'n in blooming dies.

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2. Death spreads like winter's frozen arms,
And beauty smiles no more.

Ah! where are now those rising charms,
Which pleas'd our eyes before?

3. The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.

4. But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo stern winter flies;

And drest in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.

5. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore

Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

6. Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:

There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.

HYMN 447. c. M.

1. YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears

Flow o'er your children dead:
Say not in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are ffed.

2. While, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie;

Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view
A heav'nly Parent nigh.

3. "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place;

"No names of daughters and of sons
"Could yield so high a grace.

4. "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
"A rising race can give.

"In endless honour and delight,

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'My children all shall live.'

5. We welcome, Lord! those rising tears,

Through which thy face we see;

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