2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if he provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before his mercy seat,
Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
5 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.

HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan,
To thee I breathe my sighs;

When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise?

2 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy promise is my stay;

Here would I rest till light returns,
Thy presence makes my day.

3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace
Relieve my aching heart;

O smile, and bid my sorrow cease,
And all their gloom depart.

4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
And bless thy healing rays,

And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise.

AS, panting in the sultry beam,

The hart desires the cooling stream, So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, So longs my soul, O God, for thee; Athirst to taste thy living grace, And see thy glory, face to face. 2 But rising griefs distress my soul, And tears on tears successive roll; For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woe, and mock my fear; And silent memory weeps alone O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 3 For I have walk'd the happy round That 'circles Zion's holy ground, And gladly swell'd the choral lays, That hymn'd my great Redeemer's praise, What time the hallow'd arches rung Responsive to the solemn song.

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast? Turn, turn to Him, in every pain,

Whom suppliants never sought in vain;
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away.

A compassionate High Priest. Heb. iv. 15.

WHEN gathering clouds around I view,

And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain; He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,

To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;

Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies;
Then He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For thou did'st weep o'er Lazarus dead. 5 And, oh, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My bed of death, for Thou hast died; Then point to realms of endless day, And wipe the latest tear away.

LORD, unafflicted, undismay'd,

In pleasure's path how long I stray'd: But thou hast made me feel thy rod, And turn'd my soul to thee, my God. 2 What though it pierced my fainting heart, I bless thy hand that caused the smart; It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But saved me from eternal woe.

3 O, hadst thou left me unchastised,
Thy precepts I had still despised,
And still the snare in secret laid,
Had my unwary feet betray'd.

4 I love thy chastenings, O my God,
They fix my hopes on thy abode;
Where, in thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest.

WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes mine eyes,

O Sun of righteousness divine,

On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of sin away,
And turn my darkness into day.

2 When to heaven's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring;

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask
mercy, Saviour, in thy Name;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
3 As every day thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me thy precepts, all divine,
And be thy pure example mine.
4 When pain transfixes every part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, oppress'd,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
great Physician, see my grief,
And grant thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's destructive blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear,
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;

Lord, pity and supply my need,
For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its varied blessings on my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with thee.

7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly bless'd,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.

8 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see thy face and sing thy praise.

I have set God always before me. Ps. xvi. 9.

SAVIOUR, when night involves the skies, My soul, adoring, turns to thee, Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, When crimson gleams the east adorn, Thee, victor of the grave and hell,

Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, To thee, my soul triumphant springs; Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze, Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings.