2. He sees his heavenly Father's hand, 3. The peaceful fruits of righteousness, His losses, whilst they make him poor, 4. When sorrows, like a storm, assail, 5. So the weak reed, by yielding, stands, While the tall cedar, which resists, 482 C. M The same. IN trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn, That round my footsteps lay. 2. The hours of pain have yielded good, Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though senseless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised. 3. The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs By furious blasts are driven : So life's vicissitudes the more, Have fixed my heart on heaven. 4. All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot I'll welcome still the heaviest grief, 483 L. M. Trust in God under Bodily Afflictions. STEELE. WHY is my heart with grief opprest? Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest, Forget that God, thy God, is near? 2. Mortality's unnumbered ills, Are all beneath His sovereign hand; 3. Lord! form my temper to thy will: 1, O may this weak, this fainting mind, Confess thee just, and wise, and kind, And trust thy word, and cleave to Thee. 484 C. M. Gospel Comforts in time of Sickness. TOPLADY. WHEN languor and disease invade 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage, 2. Sweet to look inward, and attend 3. Sweet is the thought, by grace divine 4. Sweet, Lord, thy faithfulness to trace, 5. Sweet in the confidence of faith, 6. If such the sweetness of the streams, Where saints and angels draw their bliss, Praise for Recovery from Sickness. Hymn 302. DEATH, BURIAL, AND RESURRECTION. 485 L. M. Death, a Journey. DODDRIDGE. BEHOLD the path which mortals tread, Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Feeble as their's my mortal frame, The same my way, my house the same. 3. Important journey! awful view! How great the change! the scenes how new! The golden gates of heaven displayed, Or hell's fierce flames, and gloomy shade! 4. Awake, my soul, thy way prepare, And lose in this each mortal care : With steady feet that path be trod, Which, through the grave, conducts to God. 5. Jesus, to Thee my all I trust, And, if thou call me down to dust, Go, by angel guards attended, 2. Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above; 3. Struggle through thy latest passion, To his everlasting rest. 4. For the joy He sets before thee, 487 C. M. Death of the Righteous. CowPER. O MOST delightful hour by man Experienced here below, The hour that terminates his span, 2. Worlds should not bribe me back to tread To see again my day o'erspread, 3. My home henceforth is in the skies- All heaven unfolded to my eyes, 4. So speaks the Christian, firm possest Then breathes his soul into its rest, 488 C. M. Burial of Believers. WATTS. HEARwhat the voice from heaven proclaims, Sweet is the savour of their names, 2. They die in Jesus, and are blest; From suffering and from sins released, 3. Far from this world of toil and strife, The labours of a mortal life |