Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, 2 Oh, guide me down the steep of age, 3. My flying years time urges on, My friends, my young companions, gone, 4 Ah! no-then smooth the mortal hour, HYMN 551. C. M. SEF Bangor, Walsal. STEELE. Public Fast. Joel i. 14. EE, gracious Lord, before thy throne, "Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone, Our humble hopes depend. 2 Tremendous judgments, from thy hand, Thy dreadful pow'rs display; Yet mercy spares this guilty land, 3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, What impious numbers, bold in sin, 4 0 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, By thy resistless grace; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 5 Then, should insulting foes invade, HYMN 552. C. M. Reading, Plymouth. NEWTON. 1 + Afflictions needful. Heb. xii. 5—11. BREAK REAK thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine, Let us perceive thee nigh! And to each mourning child of thine, 2 "Let not my children slight the stroke, I for chastisement send Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, 9 "The wicked I perhaps may leave 4 "I see your hearts at present fill'd, But soon these bitter seeds shall yield 411 + HYMN 553. LONG L. M. Warwick, Armley. ONG unafflicted, undismay'd, 2 What tho' it pierc'd my fainting heart- But sav'd me from eternal wo. 3 Oh, hadst thou left me unchastis'd, HYMN 554. C. M. Plymouth, Standish. HY should the Christian waste in sighs 'W The breath that God hath giv'n; Whom ev'ry passing hour that flies 2 Why should he wish for perfect bliss, 3 Our Father God! be ours the grief, And let us share in their relief, HYMN 555. C. M. Plymouth, Buckingham. 1 W The heart resign'd-at rest; ERE once our vain desires subdu❜d, In ev'ry scene we should conclude 2 Lord, we expect to suffer here, HYMN 556. C. M. Elgin, Plymouth. TOPLADY. Afliction sweetened. Ps. civ. 34. 1 WHEN languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend Sweet to look upward to the place 3 Sweet to reflect, how grace divine Sweet to remember that his blood Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, Sweet on his covenant of grace 5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 6 If such the sweetness of the streams, Standish, Martyrs, Lebanon. ND let this feeble body fail, My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 2 Shall join the disembody'd saints, (The only rest for which it pants,) 3 In hope of that immortal crown, 4 I travel my appointed years, And wipe away his servant's tears, |