2 Now in that peaceful fold I dwell. What joys unspeakable are mine. 3 Within my heart a temple stands, 539 And there the Lord of life comes down: GOD Confidence in God. Ps. fxbíl. YOD is my strong salvation; In darkness and temptation 2 Place on the Lord reliance; 540 Mercy thy days shall lengthen; S. M. Heavenly Joy on Earth. COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; WATTS Join in a song with sweet accord, 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place! 3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. 4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, 541 WATTS. H. M. Safety in God. O heaven I lift mine eyes; Tron God is all my aid- The God who built the skies, And earth and nature made; 2 My feet shall never slide, Since God, my guard and guide, Those wakeful eyes, which never sleep, 3 No burning heats by day, No blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, and thou my shade, 4 Hast thou not pledged thy word I'll To keep my mortal breath. go and come, nor fear to die, Till from on high thou call me home. 542 L. M. BULFINCH. “Did not our Mearts burn within us?" HA ATH not thy heart within thee burned As if its inmost depths discerned 2 As they who once with Jesus trod, With kindling breast his accents heard, 3 Father of Jesus, thus thy voice But know not that the voice is thine. 4 Still be thy hallowed accents near; And bid, in heaven, our wanderings cease. 543 L. M. God's Care our Comfort. BEARD'S COLL H! sweet it is to know, to feel, OH In all our gloom, our wanderings here, No night of sorrow can conceal Man from thy notice, from thy care. 2 When disciplined by long distress, And led through paths of fear and woe, 3 No distance can outreach thine eye, ocean, And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth, evermore. 2 Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea. 3 So to the heart that knows thy love, O Purest ! 4 Far, far away the roar of passion dieth, And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in thee. 5 O rest of rests! O peace serene, eternal ! Thou ever livest, and thou changest never; And in the secret of thy presence dwelleth Fulness of joy, forever and forever. 545 EACH C. M. The True Rest. ALICE CARY. ACH fearful storm that o'er us rolls, Is but a means whereby our souls Acquaint themselves with God. 2 Our wants and weakness, shame and sin, 3 His sun is shining, sure and fast, 546 S. M. The True Rest. MONTGOMERY. WHERE shall rest be found, 'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole: |