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.

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DODDRIDGE.

Glorying in God alone.

1 THE righteous Lord, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;

O'er all the earth his power extends;
All heaven before his footstool bends.

2 No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast;
No more, ye strong, your valor trust;
Nor let the rich survey his store,
Elate with heaps of shining ore.

3 Glory, my soul, in this alone,

That God, thy God, to thee is known,
That thou hast owned his sovereign sway,
That thou hast felt his cheering ray.

4 My wisdom, wealth, and power, I find
In one, Jehovah, all combined;
On him I fix my roving eyes,
Till all my soul in rapture rise.

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Support in God's Covenant.

DODDRIDGE.

1 MY God, the covenant of thy love

Abides forever sure,

And in its matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.

2 What though my house be not with thee,
As nature could desire?
To nobler joys than nature gives,
Thy servants all aspire.

3 Since thou, the everlasting God,
My Father art become,

Jesus my Guardian and my Friend,
And heaven my final home,

4 I welcome all thy sovereign will;
For all that will is love;

And, when I know not what thou dost,
I wait the light above.

1 WHEN, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To Heaven I lift my eyes.

2 O, lead me to the Rock

That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
Mv shelter and my shade.

WATTS.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide ;

Thou art the Tower of my defence,
The Refuge where I hide.

God our Portion. Ps. 73.

1 GOD! my Supporter and my Hope,
My Help forever near,

Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

WATTS.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness,
Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heaven without my God,
"Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?
God is my soul's eternal Rock,
The Strength of every saint.

5 Behold, the sinners that remove
Far from thy presence

die;

Not all the idol gods they love
Can save them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;

My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

God the Happiness of his People.

1 MY God, whose all-pervading eye

DODDRIDGE.

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.

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MRS. STEELE.

True Happiness to be found only in God.

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings,
And wanders, unconfined,

Amid the unbounded scene of things
Which entertain the mind,

2 In vain I trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest;
The whole creation is too poor,
Too mean, to make me blest.

3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering, specious wile;
There's nought can yield a real joy,
But my Creator's smile.

4 Let earth and all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone this restless heart
An equal bliss can find.

5 Great Spring of all felicity,
To whom my wishes tend,
Do not these wishes rise from thee,
And in thy favor end?

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WATTS.

The Soul's chief Delight in God.

1 LORD, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely face,

To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.

2 Show me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;

Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.

3 Sweet was the journey to the sky
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.