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C. M. PARADISE ST. COL.
The Benefit of Affliction.
In deep distress doth fly;
And all my wants supply.
Around their victim stood,
Hath changed to real good!
Hath set my bosom free
And turned my thoughts to thee.
To feel for others' woe,
My own defects to know.
My heart defies your shock;
To God, my sheltering Rock.
Thine ever-watchful eye Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
2 In thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
Thy love our footsteps guide. 3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
And grasp the specious ill, 4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply;
The ill, though asked, deny.
Norton. Trust and Submission. 1 MY God, I thank thee; may no thought
E’er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know; But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.
1 O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
Whose love forbids my fears ?
That wipes away my tears? 3 No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Or wilt withhold, from me.
Shall I resist them both ?
poor, blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth ! 5 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Drives all these thoughts away.
TOPLADY'S COL. Habitual Resignation. 1 WITH God my Friend, the radiant sun
Sheds a more lively ray ;
2 Good when he gives, supremely good,
Nor less when he denies,
Are blessings in disguise.
Be every wish resigned.
God dwells with the Humble and Penitent.
1 THUS saith the high and lofty One:
“I sit upon my holy throne;
Dwell in my own eternity.
On earth I have a mansion too;
Is an abode of my delight.
I bid the mourning sinner live,
And ease the sorrows of the mind."
Lest we should faint, despair, and die;
Watts. The Penitent pardoned. 1 LO, from the everlasting skies,
Gently as morning dews distil, The Dove immortal downward flies,
With peaceful olive in his bill. 2 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds!
Sweet the relief to deep distress !
And all my powers adore the grace.
WATTS. Forgiveness of Sin on Confession. Ps. 32. 1 0, BLESSED souls are they
Whose sins are covered o’er !
Imputes their guilt no more! 2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care ;
Shall prove their faith sincere. 3 While I concealed my guilt,
I felt the festering wound,
And ready pardon found. 4 Let sinners learn to pray ;
Let saints keep near the throne ;
Is found in God alone.