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Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.

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.



ALMIGHTY King! whose wond'rous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;


is such a boundless store, No heart shall break that lighs for niore.

Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy bleffing makes it good;
My soul is nourish'd by thy word,
Let foul and body praise the Lord.

My streams of outward comfort came
From him, who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom


soul for ever lives.

Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
*Trom Satan's malice shields my breast,
Or over-rules it for the best.

Forgive the song that falls fo low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
An ancel's song can do no more,


Isaiah lx. 15,- 20.
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,

O my people, faint and few;
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for

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;
But, your griefs for ever ending,

Find eternal noon in me;
God shall rise, and shining o'er you,

Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,

God your everlasting light.

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BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth

The gift of saving grace;
And let the feed of sacred truth

Fall in a fruitful place.
Grace is a plant, where-e'er it grows,

Of pure and heav'nly root;
But faireft in the youngest fhews,

And yields the sweetest fruit.
Ye carless ones, O hear betimes

The voice of foy'reign love!
Your youth is stain's with many crimes,

But mercy reigns above.
True, you are young, but there's a stone

Within the youngest breast,
Or half the crimes which you have done,

Would rob you of your rest.
For you the public pray'r is made,

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.

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