4 When He makes bare his arm,

What shall his work withstand ?
When He his people's cause defends,
Who then shall stay his hand?

5 Leave to his sovereign sway,
To choose and to command:
With wonder filled thou then shalt own,
How wise, how strong his hand.

6 Thou comprehend'st him not—
Yet earth and heaven tell,
God sits as sovereign on the throne:
He ruleth all things well.

7 Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee;
O! lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!

8 Let us, in life or death,

Boldly thy truth declare,

And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

PART IV.

SUITED TO THE DYING CHRISTIAN.

CXXX.

"For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."-2 Cor. v. 1.

1 And let this feeble body fail!
And let it faint or die!

My soul shall quit this mortal vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only rest for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain ;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.

I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my deliverer come;

And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.

3 Oh! what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes

Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise:

I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.

4 O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet?
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take health or friends away!
But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day!

CXXXI.

"Forasmuch then as Christ hath suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves therefore with the same mind."

1 Peter iv. 1.

1 When passing through deep waters

Of bitter pain and grief,

That sun is veiled which scatters
The clouds of unbelief;
When past sins gather round me,
In all their crimson hue,
And foes unseen confound me,
With taunts, alas! too true-

2 When human hopes all wither, And friends no aid supply; Then whither, Lord, ah whither Can turn my straining eye? 'Mid storms of grief still rougher, 'Midst darker, deadlier shade; That cross, where Thou didst suffer, On Calvary was displayed.

3 On that my gaze I fasten,

My refuge that I make;

Though sorely thou mayest chasten,
Thou never canst forsake:

Thou on that Cross didst languish,
Ere glory crowned thy head;

And I, through death and anguish,
Must be to glory led.