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From his anointed head:
Our King, propitious, lead.
And make their councils vain ;
To latest ages reign. 4 Upon him shower thy blessings down, Crown him with grace, with glory crown,
And everlasting joys;
And praise The GLOBE employs.
SICKNESS AND RECOVERY,
537 C. M. Charmouth 28. Ludlow 84,
Desiring the presence of God in amiction
Look down with pitying eye,
I breathe the plaintive sigb.
My every wish contains ;
My heart no more complains.
Gild each dark scene with light;
Without it all is night.
With thy reviving ray,
And bring the dawn of day
Where thy full beams impart
Unclouded beauty to the sight,
And rapture to the heart,
My spirit longs to know
Nor can they rest below.
Aspire in vain to thee!
I sball for ever be.
The darksome hours away,
538 C. M.' Abridge 201. David's 186.
Complaint and Hope under great Pain. 1 LORD! I am pain’d, but I resign
My body to thy will!
Appoints the pains I feel.
While they who love thee groan.
Mysterious and unknown.
And plead before her God,
Beneath thine heavy rod.
Give my poor spirit ease;
tear he sees.
In bonds of grief confin'd?
Hangs heavy on my mind.]
6 Is not some smiling hour at hand is'i
With peace upon its wings ?
With all the joys it brings.
For a Time of general Sickness. 1 DEATH, with his dread commission seal’d,
Now hastens to his arms :
And sounds his dire alarms.
And wait his dread command;
The signal of his hand.
His shafts of deadly power; 1. While the grave waits its destin'd prey, in
Impatient to devour.
Nor let your fears prevail;
When life on earth shall fail.
Deal fatal plagues around;
O’erload the cumber'd ground; '
Were given him from above,
And feather'd all with love.
And saints lie gasping too;
And bears them conquerors thro'.
And all in triumph rise,
To the fair palace of their God,
And mansions in the skies.
540 (1st P.) S. M. Harborough 142. Stoke 207.
Submission under Affliction.
There's honey at the end.
Conduct to heaven at last ?
For all the evil past.
At strokes in mercy sent ;
My soul shall be content. BEDDONE. 540 (24 P.) 8s. Limefield 94. New Jer. 230.
For a Sick Chamber.
But fairer the temple of grace;
The most glorious and beautiful place,
With crowds of the people of GOD:.
And prostrated low at his throne;
Who lov'd us and made us his own.
To sinners address'd from the sky,
-5 Faith clave to the crucified Lamb
; Hope, smiling, exalted its head; Love warm'd at the Saviour's dear name,
And vow'd to observe what he said. 6 What pleasure appear'd in the looks,
Of the brethren and sisters around!
With transport all seem'd to reflect .? On the blessings in Jesus they'd found, 7 Sweet moments ! if aught upon
Conjoin'd to their Shepherd arise, 8 But, ah! these sweet moments are fled,
Pale sickness compels me to stay
As the moments are hasting away. 9 My God! thou art holy and good,
Thy plans are all righteous and wise;
Till thou biddest thy servant arise. 10 If to follow thee here in thy courts,
May it be with all ardour and zeal,-
Performing the whole of thy will. 11 Or shouldst thou in bondage detain
To visit thy temples no more, si
Where nothing exists to deplore ! 12 Where Jesus, the Sun of the place,
Refulgent incessantly shines,
And pouring delight on their minds. 13 There--there are no prisons to hold
The captive from tasting delight;
There--there the day never is clos'd