2 He gives the conquest to the weak, 3 Mere human power shall fast decay, 4 They with unwearied feet shall tread With growing ardor onward move, 5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar; 303 C. M. God the Salvation of his People. DODDRIDGE. 1 HOW long shall dreams of creature-bliss Our flattering hopes employ, And mock our fond, deluded eyes 2 Why from the mountains and the hills 3 The living spring neglected flows Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil, 4 These fatal errors, gracious God, To thee our roving eyes direct, 304 C. M. DODDRIDGE. God supplying the Wants of his People. 1 MY God, how cheerful is the sound! Well may that heart with pleasure bound, 2 What want shall not our God supply What streams of mercy from on high 3 From Christ, the ever-living Spring, Prepare, my lips, his name to sing, 4 Now to our Father and our God Through all the realms of man's abode, 305 L. M. RIPPON'S COL. Divine Influences compared to Rain. 1 AS showers on meadows newly mown, Our God shall send his Spirit down; Eternal Source of grace divine, What soul-refreshing drops are thine! 2 That heavenly influence let me find 3 Nor let these blessings be confined 306 L. M. Living Water. DODDRIDGE. 1 BLEST Savior! Source of grace divine, 2 No traveller, through desert lands, 3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, And cheer this thirsty land below." 4 May this blest torrent, near my side, 251 307 L. M. DODDRIDGE. The healing Stream flowing from God, the Fountain. Ez. xlvii. 8,9. 1 GREAT Source of being and of love! 2 A sacred spring, at thy command, 3 The limpid stream, with sudden force, Through desert realms its windings play, 4 Close by its banks, in order fair, 5 To the dead sea the waters flow, Its poisonous dregs their power confess, 6 Flow, wondrous stream, with glory crowned, 252 308 L. M. RIPPON'S COL. A propitious Gale longed for. 1 AT anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry, "Sweet Spirit, come! Celestial breeze, no longer stay, But swell my sails, and speed my way. 2 "Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below; But I can only spread my sail; Thou, thou must breathe the auspicious gale." 309 L. M. DODDRIDGE. God shining into the Heart. 1 PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might, His presence gilds the worlds above; 2 Our rising earth his eye beheld, When in substantial darkness veiled; 3 He sees the mind, when lost it lies 4 Shine, mighty God, with vigor shine, |