2 Amidst affliction's thickest host, And sorrow's darkest, mightiest band, The heavenly cord is drawn the most, And most is felt the heavenly hand. 3 Oh, be it mine to feel, to see Through earth's perplexed and varying road, The cords that link us, God, to thee, And draw us to thine own abode. 621. L. M. Norton. Trust and Submission. 1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom, That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy frail and erring child must know: But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ; Thy purposes of love fulfil; And 'mid the wreck of human joy, Let kneeling faith adore thy will. 622. C. M. Watts. Confidence in God. 1 Soon as I heard my Father say, "Ye children, seek my grace," My heart replied without delay, "I'll seek my Father's face." 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away; God of my life, I fly to thee In each distressing day. 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want, or die, My God will make my life his care, And all my need supply. 4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints And keep your courage up; He'll raise your spirit when it faints, And far exceed your hope. 623. C. M. Comforts of Religion. 1 When gloomy thoughts and boding fears The trembling heart invade, And all the face of nature wears A universal shade,-- 2 Religion's dictates can assuage The tempest of the soul; And every fear shall cease to rage, At her divine control. 3 When feeble reason, tired and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid, This blest supporter of the mind Affords a powerful aid. 4 O may our hearts confess her power, And find a sweet relief, To brighten every gloomy hour, And soften every grief! 624. L. M. Tate & Brady. Confidence in the Divine Care. 1 No change of times shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been a rock, A fortress and defence to me. 2 Thou my Deliverer art, my God; My trust is in thy mighty power; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safeguard and my tower. 3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer, To God addressed my humble moan, Who graciously inclined his ear, And heard me from his lofty throne.