༩ 7 Girls. Lord give us ears to hear, Boys. Through life's dark rugged road, Girls. Blest be our God, who lives, Both. Beyond the azure sky, We'll praise thee more and more; A God in Christ adore. 672. 12. SICKNESS AND RECOVERY. C. M. Hope in Sickness. LORD! I am pain'd; but 1 resign 2 Dark are the ways of providence, 3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break 4 The mournful groans and flowing tears, Give my poor spirit ease; While every groan my Father hears; 5 Is not some smiling hour at hand, L. M. 673. Life and Death in the Hands of God. 1 Sam. ii. 6. Joh. xiv. 5, 6. Ps. xc. 3. Rev. i. 18 WHEN mortal man resigns his breath, 1 "Tis God directs the shafts of death, 2 The keys are in that hand divine; I'll publish my Restorer's praise, My life at thy dear hands receive, And only for thy glory live. C. M. 674. Sick bed Devotion; or, pleading withons repining. GOD of my life, look gently down, But I am dumb before thy throne, 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, My strength consumes, my spirit dies 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, > I'm but a sojourner below, 6 But if my life be spar'd a while Thy praise shall be my business still, 675. 1 S. M. Sick bed reflections. JUST o'er the grave I hung- As blessings never greet the slain, 2 Sweet mercy to my soul 3 Before me rose a long-dark night, Then-Oh, how vain appear'd Like visions past-like flow'rs that blow When wint❜ry storms are nigh. How mourn'd my sinking soul The work-the mighty work "TIS hard, from those we love, to go, Who weep beside our bed, Whose tears bedew our burning brow, 2 When fading from the dizzy view, 3 'Tis dreadful when th' accuser's pow'r 4 Yet, Jesus, in that mortal fray, 5 When soon, or late, this feeble bre 6 When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again Judge of the world, remember then 677. 1 MY (437.) C. M. God our help in trouble. Y soul, the awful hour will come, To bear this body to the tomb, "My heart, long lab'ring with its woes, And you, my eye-lids, soon shall close 3 Whence in that hour snall I receive When, if earth's monarchs were my friends, 4. Great King of nature and of grace! To thee my spirit flies, And opens all its deep distress 5 All its desires to thee are known, The meaning of each broken groan 6 O fix me by that mighty pow'r, Where darkness veils the eyes no more, 678. 1 (438.) P. M. On recovering from disease. The life and the length of my days! 2 When the sorrows I boded were come, I pour'd out my sighs and my tears; And to him, who alone can relieve, My soul breath'd her vows and her pray❜rs. When my heart throbb'd with pain and alarm, When paleness my cheek overspread, When sickness pervaded my frame; Then my soul on my Maker was staid. When death's awful image was nigh, |