2 God is our hope and strength in woe;
Through earth He maketh wars to cease;
His power breaketh spear and bow;
His mercy sendeth endless peace.
Then though the earth remove,
And storms rage high above,

And seas tempestuous prove,
Yet still will we not fear,
The Lord of Hosts is ever near.

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TOWER of strength is God our Lord,
A sure defence and trusty guard ;
His help as yet in every need,
From danger hath our spirit freed.
Our ancient foe in rage
May all his spite display;
May war against us wage,
And arm him for the fray,

He that can keep all earth at bay.

2 Weak is our unassisted power,
Defeated soon in peril's hour:
But on our side, and for the right,
The man of God's own choice doth fight;
Jesus the Christ, whose name
Exalted is on high,

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The Lord of Hosts, the same
That reigneth in the sky,

He giveth us the victory.

GOD

OD is our refuge, tried and proved,
Amid a stormy world;

We will not fear though earth be moved,
And hills in ocean hurled.

2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake,
Our comforts shall not cease;

The Lord His saints will not forsake;
The Lord will give us peace.

3 A gentle stream of hope and love
To us shall ever flow;

It issues from His throne above,
It cheers His church below.

4 When earth and hell against us came,
He spake, and quelled their powers;
The Lord of Hosts is still the same,
The God of grace is ours.

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OD is our refuge, ever near,
Our help in tribulation;

Therefore His people shall not fear,

Amid a wrecked creation.

Though mountains from their base be hurled,
And ocean shake the solid world,

The Lord is our salvation.

2 The stream that flows from Zion's hill,
Shall yet, serenely gliding,
With joy the holy city fill,

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His presence there abiding.
The Lord her glory and defence,
Will guard His chosen residence,
His timely aid providing.

L.M.
Psalm xlvi.

OD is the refuge of His saints,

Go

WATTS.

When storms of sharp distress invade;

Ere we can offer our complaints

Behold Him present with His aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, Thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls:
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who formed the earth, and built the skies; He that upholds that wondrous frame

Guards His own church with watchful eyes.

617 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all

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the days of my life.-Ps. xxiii. 6. RIGHTLY hopeful for the future, Fondly grateful for the past,

BRI

Onward, Christians, ever onward,
While the day of grace shall last.

2 Full of memories of mercies,

Full of hopes of calm repose
In the rest of heaven's fruition,
When the day of faith shall close.
3 Emptied of self's sin and weakness,
Filled with grace and strength divine,
Onward, upward, homeward toiling,
Till the day of work decline.

4 Ever let our conversation

Be in heaven, though we are here,
Till the night of death hath vanished,
And the day of life appear.

10, I I.

C. WESLEY.*

618 Here have we no continuing city.—Heb. xiii. 14

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COME,

OME, let us anew our journey pursue,
With vigour arise,

And press to our home with the Lord in the skies. 2 Of heavenly birth, though wandering on earth, This is not our place;

But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. 3 Redeemed of the Lord, we believe in His word; Still onward we move,

And look for our home in the country above.

4 A country of joy, without any alloy, We thither repair:

Our hearts and our treasure already are there. 5 We march hand in hand to Immanuel's land; No matter what cheer

We meet with on earth; for eternity's near. 6 The rougher our way, the shorter our stay; The tempests that rise

Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies. 7 The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past; The troubles that come,

Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.

O ye of little faith.-Matt. viii. 26.

BE My Saviour is near,

EGONE, unbelief;

And for my relief
Will surely appear.

NEWTON.*

By prayer let me wrestle,
And He will perform;
With Christ in the vessel,
I smile at the storm.
2 Though dark be my way,
Since He is my guide,
'Tis mine to obey;
'Tis His to provide ;
Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word He hath spoken
Shall surely prevail.

3 His love in time past

Forbids me to think,

He'll leave me at last
In trouble to sink.
He cannot have taught me
To trust in His name,
And thus far have brought me
To put me to shame.

4 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain?
He told me no less:
The heirs of salvation,

I know from His word,
Through much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.

5 How bitter that cup,

No heart can conceive,
Which He drank quite up,

That sinners might live!
His way was much rougher
And darker than mine;

Did Jesus thus suffer,
And shall I repine?