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Amidst the roaring of the sea,
Dangers of ev'ry shape and name Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb, Who leave the world's deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more.
Tho' tempest-toss’d and half a wreck, My Saviour thro' the floods I seek; Let neither winds nor stormy main Force back my shatter'd bark again.
O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.
Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee ; Who never haft a good with-held,
Or wilt with-hold from me.
Thy favour, all my journey thro'
Thou art engag'd to grant; What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both? A poor
blind creature of a day, And crush'd before the moth!
But ah ! my inward fpirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that'vails my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away. VOL. II.
GRACE AND PROVIDENCE,
ALMIGHTY King! whose wond'rous hand
is such a boundless store, No heart shall break that lighs for niore.
Thy providence supplies my food,
My streams of outward comfort came
soul for ever lives.
Either his hand preserves from pain,
Forgive the song that falls fo low
THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH.
Isaiah lx. 15,- 20.
O my people, faint and few;
you; Themes of heart-felt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways ; You shall name your walls, Salvation,
And your gates shall all be praise. There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall fow; For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow: Still in undisturb'd poffeffion,
Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppreslion,
Hear the voice of war again. Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more thall seę;
Find eternal noon in me;
Change to day the gloom of night;
God your everlasting light.
PRAYER FOR A BLESSING.
BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace;
Fall in a fruitful place.
Of pure and heav'nly root;
And yields the sweetest fruit.
The voice of foy'reign love!
But mercy reigns above.
Within the youngest breast,
Would rob you of your rest.
Oh! join the public prayer!
the secret tear is shed, O shed yourselves a tear! We pray that
you may early prove The Spirit's pow'r to teach ; You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.