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3 Though dark his present prospects be,
And sorrows round him dwell,
Yet hope can whisper to his soul,
That all shall issue well.

4 Full in the presence of his God,
Through every scene he goes,
And, fearing him, no other fear
His steadfast bosom knows.

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WATTS.

Submission to afflictive Providences.

1 NAKED as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are but short favors, borrowed now
To be repaid anon.

3 "Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;

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He gives, and, blessed be his name!
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious sigh.
Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread,
And we'll adore the justice, too,
That strikes our comforts dead.

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L. M.

Fortitude and Trust.

DODDRIDGE.

1 WAIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,
And let his word support your souls ;
Well can he bear your courage up,

And all your foes and fears control.
2 He waits his own well-chosen hour,
The intended mercy to display ;
His fatherly compassion moves,
While wisdom dictates the delay.
3 Blest are the humble souls, that wait
With sweet submission to his will;
Harmonious all their passions move,

And in the midst of storms are still;

4 Still, till their Father's well-known voice
Wakens their silence into songs;
Then earth grows vocal with his praise,
And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.

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J. TAYLOR.

Trust in God through all Changes.

1 FATHER divine, before thy view
All worlds, all creatures lie;
No distance can elude thy search,
No action 'scape thy eye.

2 From thee our vital breath we drew;
Our childhood was thy care;

And vigorous youth and feeble age
Thy kind protection share.

3 Whate'er we do, where'er we turn, Thy ceaseless bounty flows;

Oppressed with woe, when nature faints, Thine arm is our repose.

4 To thee we look, thou Power supreme!
O, still our wants supply!

Safe in thy presence may we live,
And in thy favor die.

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C. M.

Trusting in God.

DODDRIDGE.

1 PRAISE to the Sovereign of the sky,

Who, from his lofty throne,

Looks down on all that humble lie,
And calls such souls his own.

2 The haughty sinner he disdains,
Though gems his temples crown;
And from the seat of pomp and pride
His vengeance hurls him down.

3 On his afflicted, pious poor

He makes his face to shine;
He fills their cottages of clay
With lustre all divine.

4 Among the meanest of thy flock
There let my dwelling be,
Rather than under gilded roofs,
If absent, Lord, from thee.

5 Poor and afflicted though we are,
In thy strong name we trust,
And bless the hand of sovereign love,
Which lifts us from the dust.

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DARWIN.

Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity.

1 THE Lord-how tender is his love!
His justice, how august!

Hence, all her fears my soul derives,
There, anchors all her trust.

2 He showers the manna from above,
To feed the barren waste,
Or points with death the fiery hail,
And famine waits the blast.

3 He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease;
In dungeons spreads his healing wing,
And softly whispers peace.

4 His power directs the rushing wind,
Or tips the bolt with flame;
His goodness breathes in every breeze,
And warms in every beam.

5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot

The hours commissioned bring,
Do all my withering blessings die,
Or fairer clusters spring,-

6 O, grant that still, with grateful heart,

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My years resigned may run :

'Tis thine to give, or to resume;
And may thy will be done.

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The Benefit of Affliction.

PARADISE ST. COL.

1 O GOD, to thee my sinking soul
In deep distress doth fly;

Thy love can all my griefs control,
And all my wants supply.

2 How oft, when black misfortune's band
Around their victim stood,
The seeming ill, at thy command,
Hath changed to real good!

3 The tempest that obscured the sky,
Hath set my bosom free

From earthly care and sensual joy,
And turned my thoughts to thee.

4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn
To feel for others' woe,

And humbly seek, with deep concern,
My own defects to know.

5 Then rage, ye storms! ye billows, roar!
My heart defies your shock;
Ye make me cling to God the more
To God, my sheltering Rock.

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MERRICK.

Acquiescence in the divine Will.

1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee;

Thine ever-watchful eye

Alone our real wants can see,

Thy hand alone supply.

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