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'LORD, I am pain’d; but I resign
4 Praise to the Lord, who staid the sword
And said, “ it is enough ;" Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints
Triumphant e'en in death.
Those heav'nly gates display,
For ever fleç away.
With raptures bow around,
HYMN 113. C. M.
Complaint and hope in Siokness, f
'tis wisdom all divinę,
While they, who love thee, groan:
Mysterious and unknown.
And plead before her God,
Beneath thy heavy rod. 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease :
And ev'ry tear he sees.
With health upon its wings?
With all the joys it brings.
HYMN 114. C. M.
Praise for recovery from Sickness. 1 Y God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting breath renew'd,
But to renew thy praise ? 2 Thine arms of everlasting love
Did this weak frame sustain 1; When life was hov'ring o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.
On thy dear faithful breast;
To his eternal rest.
Did I my soul resign:
Which made salvation mine.
At thy command I come :
To my celestial home. 6 Where thou determin'st mine abode,
There would I choose to be;
HYMN 115. S. M.
With gratitude we own :
Which show'rs its blessings down. 2 With joy the people bring
Their off rings round thy throne ;
With thankful souls behold we pay
A tribute of thy own.
Great Sov’reign Lord of all;
The fragrant ointment spoil.
Diffuse its virtues wide;
To thee the Lord ascend,
Presented by his hand.
The products of his grace ;
HYMN 116. L. M.
And must return at his command.
I must for Christ and souls employ;
My Lord will soon call in his loan.
He never does my suit deny ;
Since I so much from him receive ?
And clothe himself in humble clay?
Shall he become despis'd and poor,
To make me rich for evermore ?
To give my silver and my gold ?
To give the whole I can afford ;
HYMN 117. L. M.
What were his works from day to day,
That spread salvation thro' our race ?
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ;
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Creation's blot, creation's blank :
In gen’rous acts his radiant way,
HYMN 118. C. M.
Thy bounties how complete !
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine ;
When all the worlds are thine ? 3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace;
Before thy Father's face.
And visited and cheer'd ;
My Saviour's voice is heard.
We in thy poor would see ;
HYMN 119. C. M.
Around the majesty of heav’n !
Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n. 2 Go, imitate the grace divine,
The grace that blazes like a sun ;
Thro' all your lives let mercy run. 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings,
Swift fy your gifts and charity;
To pain and sickness help apply. 4. Pity the weeping widow's woe,
And be her counsellor and stay;
To useful, happy life, his way.