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3 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
, I should perceive the noise no more Than we can hear a shaking leaf
While rattling thunders round us roar. 4 Great All in all, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face, And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.
Glorying in God alone.
1 THE righteous Lord, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;
All heaven before his footstool bends.
No more, ye strong, your valor trust;
Elate with heaps of shining ore. 3 Glory, my soul, in this alone,
That God, thy God, to thee is known,
That thou hast felt his cheering ray. 4 My wisdom, wealth, and
In one, Jehovah, all combined ;
power, I find
Abides forever sure,
My happiness secure.
As nature could desire ?
Thy servants all aspire.
My Father art become,
And heaven my final home, 4 I welcome all thy sovereign will;
For all that will is love;
I wait the light above.
My heart within me dies,
To Heaven I lift my eyes. 2 0, lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings
Mv shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;
The Refuge where I hide.
God our Portion. Ps. 73.
1 GOD! my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help forever near,
When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness,
To dwell before thy face.
'Twould be no joy to me;
I long for none but thee.
And flesh and heart should faint ?
The Strength of every saint. 5 Behold, the sinners that remove
Far from thy presence die;
Can save them when they cry.
Shall be my sweet employ;
And tell the world my joy.
DODDRIDGE. God the Happiness of his People. 1 MY God, whose all-pervading eye
Views earth beneath, and heaven above, Witness if here or there thou seest
An object of mine equal love. 2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men
Pursue their bliss, and find their woe, Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heaven to know. 3 This feeble flesh shall faint and die,
This heart renew its pulse no more ; E'en now it views the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are o'er. 4 But come, thou vanquished king of dread,
With thy own hand thy power destroy ; 'Tis thine to bear my soul to God,
My Portion and eternal Joy.
MRS. STEELE. True Happiness to be found only in God. 1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings,
And wanders, unconfined,
Which entertain the mind, 2 In vain I trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest;
3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering, specious wile;
But my Creator's smile.
Unworthy of the mind;
An equal bliss can find.
To whom my wishes tend,
And in thy favor end?
WATTS. The Soul's chief Delight in God. 1 LORD, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely face,
And feel thy vital rays.
From all inferior things;
And stretch my airy wings.
The wondrous prophet tried ; “Climb up the mount,” says God," and die;"
The prophet climbed, and died. 4 In God's own arms he left the breath
That God's own spirit gave; His was the noblest road to death,
And his the sweetest grave.