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God! our support and only hope,
Our help for ever near !
In all we see or fear.
Thy counsels, LORD! shall guide our fect
Through this dark wilderness ; Thine hand conduct us near thy scat,
To dwell before thy face.
No blessing equal to thy love
We through creation see :
Whom have we, LORD! but thee?
The man, who far from thee removes,
Shall find his comforts die ; Not all the vanities he loves
Can peace or hope supply.
But to draw near, my God! to thee,
Will prove our best employ ; In life our sweetest pleasure be,
In death our only joy.
With ardour l'll thy favour seek;
O let me never stray From thy commands, O God of love!
Nor tread the sinner's way.
Thy word I'll store within my heart,
To keep my mind serene, And be an everlasting guard
From ev'ry rising sin,
My heart, with sacred rev'rence, hears
The threat’nings of thy word ; My anxious mind, with trembling, fears
Thy judgments, O my LORD.
O GOD! resign'd, I'll hope and wait
For thy salvation still ;
And I obey thy will.
RESIGNATION TO AND RELIANCE UPON GOD.
WHATE'ER thy providence denies
I calmly would resign, For thou art just, and good, and wise :
O bend my will to thine!
Whate'er thy sov'reign will ordains,
O give me strength to bear; Still let me know a father reigns,
And trust a father's care.
If pain and sickness rend this frame,
And life almost depart;
To cheer my drooping heart?
Thy ways, great GOD! are little known
To my weak erring sight;
That all thy ways are right.
My God! my father ! blissful name!
Beyond expression dear!
I take my leave of fear.
ACQUIESCENCE IN THE WILL OF GOD.
Author of good, we rest on thee :
Thine ever watchful cye Alone our real wants can sec,
Thy hand alone supply.
0! let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear, all fears beside.
And when, by passion's force misled,
Too oft, by stubborn will,
And grasp the specious ill :
Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply;
The ill, though ask'd, deny.
SUBMISSION TO GOD.
O LORD! my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my
fears ; Or tremble at thy gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears ?
No, let me rather freely yield ,
What most I prize, to thee ; Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
Shall I resist them both ? Short-sighted creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth!
But ah! my heart within me cries,
Still bind me to thy sway ; Else the next cloud that veils the skies
Drives all these thoughts away.