71 L. M. Who is like unto thee, O Israel? Deut. 33:29. With Israel’s God, who can compare? Or who, like Israel, happy are? O, people saved by the Lord, He is our shield and great reward. 2 Upheld by everlasting arms, We are secure from foes and harms; In vain their plots, and false their boasts— Our refuge is the Lord of hosts! 72 L. P. M. Psalm 146. I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life and thought and being last, And immortality endures. 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel’s God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train. His truth for ever stands secure: He saves th’ oppressed, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind, He sends the laboring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 4 I’ll praise him while he gives me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, And immortality endures. 73 C. M. God of Bethel. Gen. 20:19-22. O God of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led— 2 Our vows, our prayers we now present Before thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each succeeding path of life, Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4 O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father’s loved abode Our souls arrive in peace. 74 C. M. God the trust of his saints. O thou my light, my life, my joy, My glory and my all! Unsent by thee, no good can come, Nor evil can befall. 2 Such are thy schemes of providence, And methods of thy grace, That I may safely trust in thee Through all this wilderness. 3 ’Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm Upholds me in the way; And thy rich bounty well supplies The wants of every day, 4 For such compassion, O my God! Ten thousand thanks are due; For such compassion I esteem Ten thousand thanks too few.