288. C. M. NEWTON, altered. The Chriftian's Privileges. HWith whom he deigns to dwell! APPY are they who know the Lord, He cheers their fpirits by his word; He fav'd all thofe, in ancient days, His prefence sweetens all their cares, 'Till from the church below they rise, 289. S. M. HOSKINS. The Chriftian's Defence. How fecure are those, That truft Jehovah's pow'r! He guards them from their num'rous foes, And keeps them ev'ry hour. On high his children dwell, Nor can the wrath of earth or hell Be thou my thield and tow'r, There may I ever praise My guardian and my God: And worship him thro' endless days, Who wafh'd me in his blood. 290. C. M. WATTS, altered. T The Christian's Safety. MMOVEABLE thy promise stands, If I am found in Jesus' hands, His honor is engag'd to fave The meaneft of his theep : All that his heav'nly Father gave, Nor death nor hell fhall e'er remove His fav rites from his breaft: In the dear bofom of his love They muft for ever reft. I Why do I then indulge my fears, 10 m/ Grow weary of his faints? now bu i Can a kind mother e'er forget And, 'midft a thoufand tender thoughts, Yet faith the Lord, fhould nature change," Sion ftill dwells upon. the heart Of everlasting Love. 291. L. M.. FAWCETT. The Christian Remembering all the Way the Lord has led him. HUS far my God has led me on, THU And made his truth and mercy known; My hopes and fears alternate rise, Thro' this wide wilderness I roam, Temptations ev'ry where annoy, My foul with various tempefts tofs'd, 77 292. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Support in God's Covenant in the views of Death. HAT mine! the cov'nant of his grace, And ev'ry promise mine! All fprung from everlafting love, And feal'd by blood divine. On my unworthy favor'd head, Its bleffings all unite ; Bleffings more num'rous than the stars, Death, thou may'ft tear this rag of flesh, But death and hell in vain fhall strive Which God's expiring children feel, Th' enlarged foul thou canst not reach, Tho' o'er my mould'ring duft thou boast The night is paft, my morning dawns; My cov'nant God descends, And wakes that duft to join my In bliss that never ends. foul That cov'nant the last accents claims 293. C. M. WATTS'S H. I Looking out for Chrift. Love the windows of thy grace, my Lord is feen Thro' which my And long to view my Savior's face, The happy hour will quickly come, I fhall behold my Lord at home, Hafte, my Beloved, and remove Thefe interpofing days; Then fhall my paffions all be love, |