1 Give to the winds thy fears; Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, God counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time, so shall the night Soon end in joyous day. 3 He everywhere hath rule, And all things serve his might; His every act pure blessing is, His path unsullied light. 4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee: O, lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee! 5 Let us, in life or death, Boldly thy truth declare; And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care. 638. L. M. Doddridge. Praising God in Life and in Death. 1 God of my life! through all its days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 But, O, when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to flesh no more; With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! 4 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo o'er the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne. 639. H. M. Doddridge. Faithfulness of God's Promise. 1 The promises I sing, Which sovereign love hath spoke; Nor will the eternal King His words of grace revoke; They stand secure, And steadfast still; Not Zion's hill Abides so sure. 2 The mountains melt away, When once the Judge appears, And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal years; But still the same, In radiant lines, The promise shines, Through all the flame. 640. C. M. Watts. Salvation. 1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears, A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At death's dark door we lay; But we arise, by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 641. 8s. & 7s. M. Dublin Coll. Praise from Earth and Heaven. 1 Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him; Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light! Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made.