3 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave; 4 Great All in all, eternal King, 361 L. M. DODDRIDGE. Glorying in God alone. 1 THE righteous Lord, supremely great, O'er all the earth his power extends; 2 No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast; 3 Glory, my soul, in this alone, That God, thy God, to thee is known, 4 My wisdom, wealth, and power, I find 290 362 C. M. Support in God's Covenant. DODDRIDGE. 1 MY God, the covenant of thy love Abides forever sure, And in its matchless grace I feel 2 What though my house be not with thee, 3 Since thou, the everlasting God, Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, 4 I welcome all thy sovereign will; And, when I know not what thou dost, 1 WHEN, overwhelmed with grief, 2 O, lead me to the Rock That's high above my head, WATTS. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, Thou art the Tower of my defence, God our Portion. Ps. 73. 1 GOD! my Supporter and my Hope, Thine arm of mercy held me up, WATTS. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 4 What if the springs of life were broke, 5 Behold, the sinners that remove die; Not all the idol gods they love 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, God the Happiness of his People. 1 MY God, whose all-pervading eye DODDRIDGE. Views earth beneath, and heaven above, 2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men 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. 366 C. M. MRS. STEELE. True Happiness to be found only in God. 1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings, Amid the unbounded scene of things 2 In vain I trace creation o'er, 3 In vain would this low world employ 4 Let earth and all her charms depart, In God alone this restless heart 5 Great Spring of all felicity, 367 C. M. WATTS. The Soul's chief Delight in God. 1 LORD, 'tis an infinite delight To dwell whole ages in thy sight, 2 Show me thy face, and I'll away Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, 3 Sweet was the journey to the sky 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. |