2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth, 3 On this support our souls shall lean, The gloomy vale of death will smile, 4 While we his gracious succor prove, 'Midst all our various ways, 628. 629. The darkest shades, through which we pass, 1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will! 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, And by his saints it stands confessed C. M. Rejoicing in Adversity. BURDER'S COLL. 1 WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply ; 630. 2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, Though famine reign in empty stalls, 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, In him I'll joy, who will the God 4 God is the treasure of my soul, C. M. "Blessed are they that mourn." ANONYMOUS. 1 IN trouble and in grief, O God, 2 The hours of pain have yielded good, 3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs 4 All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot I'll welcome still the heaviest grief, God Merciful in Affliction. 1 MYSTERIOUS are the ways of God, BOWRING. 2 Impending clouds his love has spread When adverse tempests round us swell. 4 We cannot see him—not a ray 5 Yet faith still looks beyond the gloom, 632. C. M. Moore. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." 1 0 THOU who driest the mourner's tear, If, when deceived and wounded here, 2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 5 Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright, The darkness shows us worlds of light 633. C. M. DRUMMOND "God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble." 1 BEREFT of all, when hopeless care 2 No balm that earthly plants distil 3 But One alone, who reigns above, 4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee, His eye alone thy wounds can see, 634. L. M. The Same. MONTGOMERY 1 GOD is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our soul afraid? 2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hured, His people smile amid the shock, They look beyond this transient world. 3 There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. 4 Built by the word of his command, 635. C. M. ANONYMOUS. Trust amid the Severities of God. 1 THOU Power supreme, whose mighty scheme Here, firm, I rest; they must be best, 2 Then all I want,-O do thou grant 412 |