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SCOTT. The Fear of God. 1 GREAT Author of all nature's frame,

Holy and reverend is thy name;
Against thee who shall lift his hand ?

Before thy terrors who can stand ?
2 But blest are they, O gracious Lord,

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,
May close the day, the day begin,

Watchful against each darling sin. 4 Never, O never from my heart,

May this great principle depart,
But act, with unabating power,
Within me to my latest hour!

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EXETER COL. Fortitude founded on godly Fear. 1 BLEST is the man who fears the Lord;

His well-established mind,
In every varying scene of life,
Shall true composure

find.
2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea

The heavenly footsteps lie;
But on a glorious world beyond

His faith can fix its eye.

3 Though dark his present prospects be,

And sorrows round him dwell,
Yet hope can whisper to his soul,

That all shall issue well.
4 Full in the presence of his God,

Through every scene he goes,
And, fearing him, no other fear

His steadfast bosom knows.

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WATTS. Submission to afflictive Providences. 1 NAKED as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,

And mingle with our dust.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favors, borrowed now

To be repaid anon.
3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,

Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and, — blessed be his name!

He takes but what he gave.
4 Peace, all our angry passions, then;

Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sovereign will,

And every murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,

Its praises shall be spread,
And we'll adore the justice, too,

That strikes our comforts dead.

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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.

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J. TAYLOR
Trust in God through all Changes.
1 FATHER divine, before thy view

All worlds, all creatures lie;
No distance can elude thy search,

No action 'scape thy eye.
2 From thee our vital breath we drew;

Our childhood was thy care;
And vigorous youth and feeble age

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.

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DODDRIDGE. Trusting in God. 1 PRAISE to the Sovereign of the sky,

Who, from his lofty throne,
Looks down on all that humble lie,

And calls such souls his own. 2 The haughty sinner he disdains,

Though gems his temples crown;
And from the seat of pomp and pride

His vengeance hurls him down. 3 On his afflicted, pious poor

He makes his face to shine ;
He fills their cottages of clay

With lustre all divine.
4 Among the meanest of thy flock

There let my dwelling be,
Rather than under gilded roofs,

If absent, Lord, from thee.
5 Poor and afflicted though we are,

In thy strong name we trust,
And bless the hand of sovereign love,
Which lifts us from the dust.

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DARWIN. Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity. 1 THE Lord - how tender is his love!

His justice, how august!
Hence, all her fears my soul derives,

There, anchors all her trust.

2 He showers the manna from above,

To feed the barren waste,
Or points with death the fiery hail,

And famine waits the blast.

3 He bids distress forget to groan,

The sick from anguish cease ;
In dungeons spreads his healing wing,

And softly whispers peace.
4 His power directs the rushing wind,

Or tips the bolt with flame;
His goodness breathes in every breeze,

And warms in every beam. 5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot

The hours commissioned bring,
Do all my withering blessings die,

Or fairer clusters spring, –
6 0, grant that still, with grateful heart,

My years resigned may run: 'Tis thine to give, or to resume;

And may thy will be done.

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