3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
Who on his succor trust.

4 O make but trial of his love,-
Experience will decide

How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then Have nothing else to fear:

Make you his service your delight-
He'll make your wants his care.

401.

C. M.

HEGINBOTHAM.

Praising God in all Changes.

1 FATHER of mercies, God of love,
My Father and my God;.
I'll sing the honors of thy name,
And spread thy praise abroad.

2 In every period of my life

Thy thoughts of love appear;
Thy mercies gild each transient scene,
And crown each lengthening year.

3 In all these mercies may my soul
A father's bounty see;

Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows
Estrange my heart from thee.

4 Teach me in time of deep distress
To own thy hand, my God;
And in submissive silence hear
The lessons of thy rod.

5 In every changing state of life,
Each bright, each gloomy scene,
Give me a meek and humble mind,
Still equal and serene.

6 Then will I close my eyes in death,
Free from distressing fear;
For death itself is life, my God,
If thou art with me there.

402.

C. M.

TATE & BRADY.

The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42.

1 As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou majesty divine?

3 One trouble calls another on,
And bursting o'er my head,

Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.

4 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispelled this storm,

To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

403.

MONTGOMERY.

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The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42.
1 As the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for thee,
Pants the living God to see;
When, O when, with filial fear,
Lord, shall I to thee draw near?

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted?

God shall lift thy fallen head,
And his countenance benign
Be the saving health of thine.

404.

L. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

For the continual Help of God.

1 BE with me, Lord, where'er I go;

Teach me what thou wouldst have me do;
Suggest whate'er I think or say;
Direct me in thy narrow way.

2 Prevent me, lest I harbor pride,
Lest I in mine own strength confide;
Show me my weakness, let me see
I have my power, my all from thee.
3 Enrich me alway with thy love;
My kind protection ever prove:
Thy signet put upon my breast,
And let thy Spirit on me rest.

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4 Assist and teach me how to pray; Incline my nature to obey;

What thou abhorr'st, that let me flee, And only love what pleases thee.

5 O may I never do

my will,
But thine and only thine fulfil;
Let all my time and all my ways
Be spent and ended to thy praise.

405.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom.

1 ALMIGHTY God, in humble prayer
To thee our souls we lift;

Do thou our waiting minds prepare
For thy most needful gift.

2 We ask not golden streams of wealth
Along our path to flow;

We ask not undecaying health,
Nor length of years below.

3 We ask not honors, which an hour
May bring and take away;

We ask not pleasure, pomp, and
Lest we should go astray.

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4 We ask for wisdom :-Lord, impart
The knowledge how to live;

A wise and understanding heart
To all before thee give.

5 The young remember thee in youth,
Before the evil days!

The old be guided by thy truth

In wisdom's pleasant ways!

406. C. M.

CAPPE'S SELECTION.

Prayer for Divine Direction.

1 ETERNAL Source of life and light,
Supremely good and wise,

To thee we bring our grateful vows,
To thee lift up our eyes.

2 Our dark and erring minds illume
With truth's celestial rays;
Inspire our hearts with sacred love,
And tune our lips to praise.

3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace,
Through life's perplexing road;

And place us, when that journey's o'er,
At thy right hand, O God!

407.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Choosing the better Part.

1 BESET with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Father divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.

3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.