2. When angry nations rush to arms,
And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter dyes the hostile plain : 3. Thy sov'reign eye looks calmly down,

And marks their course, and bounds their pow'r; Thy law the angry nations own,

And noise and war are heard no more.

4. Then peace returns with balmy wing,
Sweet peace! with her what blessings fled !
Glad plenty laughs, the vallies sing,

Reviving commerse lifts her head.

5. To thee we pay our grateful songs:
Thy kind protection still implore,
O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues,
Confess thy goodness, and adore!
HYMN 81. L. M.

1. GOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of deep distress invade. Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.

2. Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world:
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3. Loud may the troubled ocean roar:
In sacred peace our souls abide}
While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore

Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

4. 'Midst storms and tempests, Lord! thy word Does ev'ry rising fear control,

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Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And well sustain the fainting soul.

HYMN 82. s. M.

GIVE to the winds thy fears;

Hope, and be undismay'd:

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

2. Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way

Wait thou his time, so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3. What though thou rulest not;

Yet heav'n and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well.

4. Thine everlasting truth,

Father, thy ceaseless love,

Sees all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove.

5. And whatsoe'er thou will'st,

Thou dost, O King of kings;
What thine unerring wisdom chose,
Thy pow'r to being brings.
6. Thou seest our weakness, Lord;
Our hearts are known to thee.
O lift thou up the sinking head,
Confirm the feeble knee.

7. Let us in life, and death,

Thy steadfast truth declare:
And publish with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

HYMN 83. L. M.

1.NOT from relentless fate's dark womb,

Or from the dust, our troubles come.
No fickle chance presides o'er grief,
To cause the pain, or send relief.
2. Look up and see, ye sorrowing saints!
The cause and cure of your complaints.
Know, 'tis your heav'nly Father's will:
Bid ev'ry murmur then be still.

3. He sees, we need the painful yoke;
Yet love directs his heaviest stroke.
He takes no pleasure in our smart,
But wounds to heal and cheer the heart.

4. Blest trials those that cleanse from sin,
And make the soul all pure within,
Wean the fond mind from earthly toys,
To seek and taste celestial joys!

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HYMN 84. c. M.

calm the sorrows of the mind, Our heav'nly Friend is nigh,

To wipe the anxious tear that starts

Or trembles in the eye.

2. Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart, The secret woe control;

The inward malady canst heal,

The sickness of the soul.

3. Thou canst repress the rising sigh;
Canst sooth each mortal care;
And ev'ry deep and heart-felt groan
Is wafted to thine ear.

4. Thy gracious eye is watchful still;
Thy potent arm can save

From threat'ning danger and disease,
And the devouring grave.

5. When, pale and languid all the frame,
The ruthless hand of pain
Arrests the feeble pow'rs of life,
The help of man is vain.

6. 'Tis thou, great God! alone canst check
The progress of disease;
And sickness, aw'd by pow'r divine,
The high command obeys.

7. Eternal source of life, and health,
And ev'ry bliss we feel!
In sorrow and in joy, to thee
Our grateful hearts appeal.

HYMN 85 S. M.

URE there's a righteous God,

Nor is religion vain ;

Tho' men of vice may boast aloud,

And virtuous men complain.

2. I saw the wicked rise,

And felt my heart repine,

While haughty fools, with scornful eyes,
In robes of honour shine.

3. Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God;

Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad.

4. The tumults of my thought

Help me in deep suspense,

'Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence, 5. Thy word, with light and pow'r, Did my mistakes amend; I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end.

6. Lord, at thy feet I bow;

My thoughts no more repine. I call my God my portion now, And all my pow'rs are thine.

HYMN 86. c. M.

1. ET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
While we confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.

2. Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay:

A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3. Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone.

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.

4. But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God that form'd us first. Salvation to th' almighty name,

That rear'd us from the dust.

5. While we have breath, or life, or tongues, Our Maker we'll adore.

His spirit moves our heaving lungs,
Or they would breathe no more.
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HYMN 87. P. M.

1. UPWARD I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;

The God who built the skies,
And earth's foundations laid,
God is the tow'r,

To which I fly:
His grace is nigh
In ev'ry hour.

2. My feet shall never slide
Or fall in fatal snares;
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears,
Those wakeful eyes,

That never sleep,
His children keep,
When dangers rise.

3. No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.

4. Hast thou not giv'n thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust the Lord,
To keep my mortal breath.
I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die;

Till from on high

He call me home.

HYMN 88. L. M.

1. THEY, that have made their refuge God,

Shall find a most secure abode;

Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest their head.

2. If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire: