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hope; and encouragejmejnt.
Afflictions make us learn thy will,
And live upon our God.
2 This is the comfort we enjoy
When new distress begins:
We read thy word, we run thy way,
And hate our former sins.
3 Thy judgments, Lord, are always right,
Though they may seem severe ;
The sharpest sufferings we endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
4 Before we knew thy chast’ning rod,
Our feet were apt to stray ;
But now we learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.
408 L. M.
Despair prevented by faith.
1 I ORD, did’st thou die, but not for me?
L, Am I forbid to trust thy blood ?
Is not thy mercy rich and free,
Sealed in the kind, atoning flood?
2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul
From thee, to regions of despair?
Who has surveyed the sacred roll,
And found my name not written there?
3 Presumptuous thought, to fix the bound,
To limit mercy’s sovereign reign!
What other happy souls have found,
I’ll seek, nor shall I seek in vain !
4 Lord, at thy feet I’ll cast me down ;
To thee reveal my guilt and fear,
And if thou spurn me from thy throne.
I’ll be the first who perished there
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