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And help to make us wise and good,
The Orphan's Hymn.
A place for calm repose ?
Pity the orphan's woes!
What friend to trust but thee?
My God, remember me !
And bid my trouble cease ;
Pure mercy, grace, and peace,
But he that secret knows;
Pity the orphan's woes.
WATTS. Health, Sickness, and Recovery. — Ps. 30. 1 Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presumed 't would ne'er be night;
• Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart.'. 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
My health was gone, my comforts died. . 3 Hear me, O God of grace,' I said,
And bring me from among the dead ;'
Thy pardoning love removed my guilt. 4 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo,
Are turned to joy and praises now;
And ease and gladness gird me round. 5 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be silent of thy name;
Thy praise shall sound through earth and heaven, For sickness healed and sins forgiven.
85. C. M. WATTS.
He bowed to hear my cry;
And brought salvation nigh.
And taught my cheerful tongue
In a new thankful song.
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
Their numbers to repeat.
And light and peace depart,
And bears me on his heart.
With blessings crowns each opening year;
And wake anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month, or day, "I will retain this vital breath;
Thus far at least in league with death?' 4 That breath is thine, Eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee our spirits we resign;
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they smile, secure from fear,'
Though death should blast the rising year. 6 Thy children, ready to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on, And land them on that blooming shore, Where years and death are known no more. 87. L. M. H. M, WILLIAMS.
"Thou hast made Summer and Winter? | My God, all nature owns thy sway ;)
Thou givest the night, and thou the day ;
Her melodies to thee belong.
The evening slowly spreads her shade,
And lead the softened heart to thee. 3 As o'er thy works the seasons roll,
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul,
. CON DER.
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high
That thou, my God, art nigh.
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control ;
Yet still thou art not there.
Who yet is everywhere?
But in the conscious breast,
There does his spirit rest.
And make thy creature blest.
89. 10 & 6s M.
S. G. GOODRICH.
Thoughts at Sea. 1 HERE is the boundless ocean, there the sky
O’erarching broad and blue, Telling of God and heaven, how deep, how high,
How glorious and how true! 2 Upon the wave there is an anthem sweet,
Whispered in fear and love, Sending a solemn tribute to the feet
Of Him who sits above.
The sea thy sceptre knows;
Or folds it to repose. 4 And when the whirlwind hath gone rushing by,
Obedient to thy will,
Humbled, subdued, and still !
With peace upon its breast,
Holy and hushed to rest;
Bidding the storm depart,
With love, my shadowed heart.
90. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Hymn at Sea. 1 Ou Thou, who bid'st these ocean-streams
Their primal bounds and limits keep;
Who lay'st thy temple's starry beams
Unshaken on the mighty deep;
That spurns the print of human feet,
In every wind and wave we meet! 3 And as the liquid plains we rove,
Should stormy winds resistless blow,
O spare us from the gulf below!
To bow subinissive to thy will,
In all thy judgments, patient still !
By favouring gales or tempests driven,
91. L. M. BOWRING.
Is o'er the couch of labour spread;
That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps ;
And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 3 But, lighted ’neath heaven's temple arch,
Ten thousand stars are shining round,
Thy everlasting praise resound. 4 O then thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
And life's sad waste repairs again.
And lead me gently to the last;