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Not to live without the cross,
Sanctifying every loss :
But with humble faith to see
This is happiness to me.
Of affliction, pain, and toil:
Which would else o'erspread the soil :
Trials give new life to prayer;
Lay me low, and keep me there.
DODDRIDGE. Assurance of the divine Presence and Help. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear;
Our God forever near ? 2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
When dangers round us rise ?
3 On this support my soul shall lean,
And banish every care ;
If God be with me there.
'Midst all my various ways, The darkest shades, through which I pass,
Shall echo with his praise.
DODDRIDGE. The Discipline of Providence merciful. 1 HOW gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God!
Which blossom from his rod! 2 He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,
May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus they bow,
And own his sovereign sway;
To his forsaken way.
And seek the happy bands,
To honor his commands. 5 Dear Father, we consent
To discipline divine,
Still more completely thine.
God's merciful and constant Protection.
1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When, in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man. 4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face ; And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
The glorious theme re
DODDRIDGE. Deliverance celebrated, and good Resolutions formed. 1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace;
And in thy praise exalt our voice. 2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread ;
By thee were earth's foundations laid ;
Proclaim the wise, the gracious God. 3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death ;
And lengthens life to future years.
Kindled by him, by him restored ;
5 So, when by him our souls are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
1 LOOK back, my soul, with grateful love,
On what thy God has done ;
And praise him for his Son.
2 How oft hath his indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
When I in danger cried !
With sickness sore oppressed,
And lulled my eyes to rest !
At his command I came;
And raised its feeble flame.
When torn with inward grief;
Hath brought me swift relief. 6 Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs;
And teach me heavenly songs.
Tate & BRADY. Confidence in the divine Care. Ps. 18. 1 NO change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
A fortress and defence to me.
My trust is in thy mighty power;
At home my safeguard and my tower.