4 Sa fely lodg'd within thy breast,
What a wond'rous change I find!
Now I know thy promis'd reft
Can compofe a troubled mind:
You that weary are like me,
Hearken to the gospel call;
To the ark for refuge flee,
JESUS will receive you all!

SIMILAR HYMN S.

Book 1. Hymn 45, 69, 82, 83, 84, 96.
Book II. Hymn 29.

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XV. C. Light shining out of darkness.

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OD moves in a myfterious way,
His wonders to perform ;

He plants his footsteps in the fea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill;

He treasures up his bright defigns,
And works his fovereign will.
3 Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye fo much dread
Are big with mercy, and fhall break
In bleffings on your head.

4 Judge not the LORD by feeble fenfe
But truft him for his grace;

Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a fmiling face.

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5 His purposes will ripen faft,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;

The bud may have a bitter tafte,
But fweet will be the flow'r.

6 Blind unbelief is fure to err (y),
And fean his work in vain;
GOD is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

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XVI. C. Welcome cross.

"TIS my happiness below

Not to live without the crofs;
But the Saviour's pow'r to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry lofs.:

Trials muft and will befall;
But with humble faith to fee
Love infcrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.

2 GOD, in Ifrael, fows the feeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;

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Thefe fpring up, and choke the weeds
Which would elfe o'erspread the foil:
Trials make the promife fweet,
Trials give new life to pray'r;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

Did I meet no trials here,
No chaftifement by the way;
Might I not, with reafon, fear
I fhould prove a caft-away:

(y) John xiii. 7.

Baf

Baftards may escape the rod (a),"
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of GOD,
Muft not, would not, if he might.

XVII. C. Afflictions fanctified by the word.

How I love thy holy word,

Thy gracious covenant, O LORD!
It guides me in the peaceful way,
I think upon it all the day.

2 What are the mines of fhining wealth,
The ftrength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compar'd with those
Thine everlasting word bestows!

3 Long unafflicted, undifmay'd
In pleasures path fecure I ftray'd;

Thou mad'ft me feel thy chaft'ning rod (b)
And ftrait I turn'd unto my
GOD.

4 What tho' it pierc'd my fainting heart
I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,

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But fav'd me from eternal woe.

Oh! hadft thou left me unchaftis'd,
Thy precept I had still defpis'd;
And fill the fnare in fecret laid,
Had my unwary feet betray'd.
6 I love, thee therefore, O my GOD,
And breathe towards thy dear abode;
Where in thy prefence fully bleft,
Thy chofen faints for ever reft,

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XVIII. Temp

(a) Hebrews xii, 8,

(6) Pfalm cxix. 71.

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XVIII. C. Temptation.

HE billows fwell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcaft my wintry fky;

Out of the depths to thee I call,

My fears are great, my ftrength is small. 2 O LORD, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me thro' the ftorm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves, fay, "Peace,be ftill." 3. Amidst the roaring of the fea,

My foul ftill hangs her hope on thee;
Thy conftant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that faves me from defpair.
4 Dangers of ev'ry fhape and name
Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful fhore,
And leave it to return no more.

5 Tho' tempeft-tofs'd and half a wreck,...
My Saviour thro' the floods I feek;
Let neither winds nor ftormy main,
Force back my fhatter'd bark again.

XIX. C. Looking upwards in a form.
IGOD of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall (c);

When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whofe open door Invites the helplefs and the poor.!

(c) Pfalm lxix. 15.

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refufe that mourner's plea?
Does not the word ftill fix'd remain,
That none fhall feek thy face in vain?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didft thou not hear and answer pray'r;
But a pray'r-hearing, anfw'ring GOD,
Supports me under ev'ry load.

5 Fair is the lot that's caft for me!
I have an advocate with thee;
They whom the world careffes moft,
Have no fuch privilege to boast.
6 Poor tho' I am, defpis, forgot (d),
Yet GOD, my GOD, forgets me not;
And he is fafe and muft fucceed,

For whom the LORD Vouchsafes to plead.

XX. C. The valley of the shadow of death. MY

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Y foul is fad and much dismay'd; See, LORD, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, My heav'nly pilgrimage oppofe ! 2 See, from the ever-burning lake, How like a fmoaky cloud they rife! With horrid blafts my foul they shake, With ftorms of blafphemies and lies. Their fiery arrows reach the mark (e), My throbbing heart with anguish tear; Each lights upon a kindred spark, And finds abundant fuel there.

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