2 Give me, Lord, a holy fear
And fix it in my heart;
That I may from evil near
With timely care depart:
Sin be more than hell abhorred,
Faith resist the tyrant foe;

Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.

3 Never let me leave thy breast,
Or from my Saviour stray;
Thou art my support and rest,
My true and living way;
My exceeding great reward,
Mine above, and mine below;

Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.

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Fear not.

C. Wesicy.

C. M.

E trembling souls, dismiss your fears;
Be mercy all your theme;

Mercy, which like a river flows

In one continued stream.

2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell;
God will these powers restrain;
His mighty arm their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.

3 Fear not the want of outward good;
He will for his provide,
Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heaven beside.

4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone;
He's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.

5 Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Or death's tremendous sting:

He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

6 You in his wisdom, power, and grace,
May confidently trust;

His wisdom guides, his power protects,
His grace rewards the just.

Beddome.

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1

"Casting all your care," &c. 1 Pet. v. 7. TOW gentle God's commands !

HOW

How kind his precepts are!

Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.

2 Beneath his powerful sway
His saints securely dwell;

That hand which bears all nature up,
Will guide his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved,
Renewed from day to day;

I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.

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Prayer for Submission.

LORD, my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
Shall I resist them both-

A poor blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth?

5 But ah, my inward spirit cries-
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that vails my skies
Will drive these thoughts away.

S. M.

Doddridge,

C. M.

Cowper.

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"Trust ye in the Lord." Isa. xxvi. 4.

1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down,

And hope and comfort flee,

I cling, bless'd Saviour, to thy throne,
And stay my heart on thee.

2 When clouds of dark temptation rise,
And pour their wrath on me,
To thee, for aid, I turn my eyes,
And fix my trust on thee.

3 When death invades my peaceful home,
The sundered ties shall be

A closer bond, in time to come,
To bind my heart to thee.

4 Lord-"not my will, but thine be done :"
My soul, from fear set free,

Her faith shall anchor at thy throne,
And trust alone in thee.

C. M.

B. H. P. (orig.)

1 OR mercies countless as the sands,

FO

Which daily I receive

From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

2 Alas! from such a heart as mine
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stained and dyed with sin,
My all is nothing worth.

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all he has bestowed-
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.

4 The best return for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,

Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.

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Everlasting Praise.

1 ES-I will bless thee, O my God,

Through all my mortal days,

And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

Newton.

C. M.

2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;

My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

3 Not death itself shall stop my song,
Though death will close my eyes:
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights
And sweeter raptures rise.

4 There shall my lips in endless praise
Their grateful tribute pay;

The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day

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"The good Shepherd."

Heginbotham.

1 TO thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,

A grateful song I'll raise;

Oh let the feeblest of thy flock

Attempt to sing thy praise.

2 But oh, what mortal tongue can speak A subject so divine,

Do justice to so vast a theme,

And praise a love like thine?

3 My life, my joy, my hope I owe
To this amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

4 To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

C. M.

5 Nay, should I walk through death's dark vale
With double horrors spread,

Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps,
And guard my drooping head.

6 Lead on, dear Shepherd-led by thee,
No evil shall I fear;

Soon shall I reach thy fold above,

And praise thee better there.

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Sickness and Recovery.

Y God, thy service well demands
The remnant of my days;

Heginbotham.

C. M.

Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thy arm of everlasting love

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Did this weak frame sustain,

When life was hovering o'er the grave
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Calmly I bowed my fainting head
On thy dear faithful breast;
Pleased to obey my Father's call
To his eternal rest.

4 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
Did I my all resign;

In firm dependence on that truth
Which made salvation mine.

5 Back from the borders of the grave
At thy command I come;
Nor will I urge a speedier flight
To my celestial home.

6 Where thou appointest my abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in thy presence death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

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1

BRIG

The Tribute of Gratitude.

RIGHT source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise;

And to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.

2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life

With every cheering ray,

And still restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away.

Doddridge.

C. M.

3 When, sunk in guilt, our souls approached
The borders of despair,:

Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaimed
A free salvation near.

4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord,
For all the grace we see?

Alas, the goodness we can yield

Extendeth not to thee.

5 To tents of wo, to beds of pain, We cheerfully repair;