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SCOTT. The Fear of God. 1 GREAT Author of all nature's frame,
Holy and reverend is thy name;
Before thy terrors who can stand ?
Who fear thy name, and keep thy word; Thy wisdom guides, thy power defends
Their life, till life its journey ends. 3 O that my soul, with awful sense
Of thy transcendent excellence,
Watchful against each darling sin. 4 Never, O never from my heart,
May this great principle depart,
EXETER COL. Fortitude founded on godly Fear. 1 BLEST is the man who fears the Lord;
His well-established mind,
The heavenly footsteps lie;
His faith can fix its eye.
3 Though dark his present prospects be,
And sorrows round him dwell,
That all shall issue well.
Through every scene he goes,
His steadfast bosom knows.
WATTS. Submission to afflictive Providences. 1 NAKED as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
And mingle with our dust.
And fondly call our own,
To be repaid anon.
Or sinks them in the grave;
He takes but what he gave.
Let each rebellious sigh
And every murmur die.
Its praises shall be spread,
That strikes our comforts dead.
DODDRIDGE. Fortitude and Trust. 1 WAIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,
And let his word support your souls ; Well can he bear your courage up,
And all your foes and fears control. 2 He waits his own well-chosen hour,
The intended mercy to display ; His fatherly compassion moves,
While wisdom dictates the delay. 3 Blest are the humble souls, that wait
With sweet submission to his will; Harmonious all their passions move,
And in the midst of storms are still; 4 Still, till their Father's well-known voice
Wakens their silence into songs ; Then earth grows vocal with his praise,
And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.
All worlds, all creatures lie;
No action 'scape thy eye.
Our childhood was thy care;
Thy kind protection share.
3 Whate’er we do, where'er we turn,
Thy ceaseless bounty flows; Oppressed with woe, when nature faints,
Thine arm is our repose. 4 To thee we look, thou Power supreme !
0, still our wants supply! Safe in thy presence may we live,
And in thy favor die.
DODDRIDGE. Trusting in God. 1 PRAISE to the Sovereign of the sky,
Who, from his lofty throne,
And calls such souls his own. 2 The haughty sinner he disdains,
Though gems his temples crown;
His vengeance hurls him down. 3 On his afflicted, pious poor
He makes his face to shine ;
With lustre all divine.
There let my dwelling be,
If absent, Lord, from thee.
In thy strong name we trust,
DARWIN. Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity. 1 THE Lord - how tender is his love!
His justice, how august!
There, anchors all her trust.
2 He showers the manna from above,
To feed the barren waste,
And famine waits the blast.
3 He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease ;
And softly whispers peace.
Or tips the bolt with flame;
And warms in every beam. 5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot
The hours commissioned bring,
Or fairer clusters spring, –
My years resigned may run: 'Tis thine to give, or to resume;
And may thy will be done.