3 When gloomy care or keen distress Invades my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And soothe my pains to rest. 4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim My life, with all my active powers, 5 And though these lips shall cease to move, 6 Then shall my powers in endless strains Their grateful tribute pay: The theme demands an angel's tongue, 430. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Days of the Upright known to God. Ps. 37. 1 To thee, my God, my days are known; 2 Each secret breath devotion vents And all my walks of daily life 3 The vacant hour, the active scene, And every pang of sympathy, 4 Each golden hour of beaming light And dark affliction's midnight gloom 5 Full in thy view through life I pass, And when each mortal bond is broke, Shall find my God is nigh. 431. 7 & 6s. M. RIPPON'S COL. The Soul aspiring to Heaven. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Towards heaven, thy native place. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; To rest in his embrace. 340 432. S. M. WATTS. Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, we that love the Lord, 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place: Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, 4 Then let our songs abound, We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 433. C. M. Seeking true Joys. 1 OUR joy is a created good; C. WESLEY. How soon it fades away! Fades, at the morning hour bestowed, 2 Joy, by its violent excess, And all our rapturous happiness 3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford It rises like the prophet's gourd, 4 But of my Saviour's love possessed, 434. C. M. WESLEY'S COL. The Saint's Rest. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains, A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 3 0 that I now the rest might know, Now, Father, now the power bestow, 4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, 342 LIFE, DEATH, AND FUTURITY. 435. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 God of eternity! from thee Did infant time his being draw: 2 Silent and swift they glide away; The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to their everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side 5 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts |