5 No! let a careless world repose And slumber on through life’s short day, While Israel to the conflict goes, And bears the glorious prize away! 851 L. M. Psalm 3d. The tempter to my soul hath said— “There is no help in God for thee;” Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head, My glory, shield, and solace be. 2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry, He heard me from his holy hill; At his command the waves rolled by; He beckoned—and the winds were still. 3 I laid me down and slept—I woke— Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain; Bright from the east the morning broke— Thy comforts rose on me again. 4 I will not fear, though arméd throngs ’Compass my steps in all their wrath; Salvation to the Lord belongs: His presence guards his people’s path. 852 L. M. The Lord is nigh to all that call on him. Psalm 145:18. When, in the hour of lonely woe, I give my sorrows leave to flow, And anxious fear and dark distrust Weigh down my spirit to the dust; 2 When not e’en friendship’s gentle aid Can heal the wounds the world has made, O this shall check each rising sigh— My Saviour is for ever nigh. 3 His counsels and upholding care My safety and my comfort are: And he shall guide me all my days, Till glory crown the work of grace. 853 L. M. I have considered the days of old. Psalm 77:5. Lord! I have foes without, within, The world, the flesh, indwelling sin, Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power, The tempted spirit’s weaker hour. 2 Yet, in the gloom of silent thought, I call to mind what God hath wrought— Thy wonders in the days of old, Thy mercies great and manifold. 3 O, then to thee I stretch my hands, Like failing streams through desert sands; I thirst for thee, as harvest plains, Parched by the summer, thirst for rains! 4 Teach me thy will, subdue my own; Thou art my God, and thou alone; Release my soul from trouble, Lord! Quicken and keep me by thy word. 854 L. M. Why art thou cast down. Psalm 42:5. When darkness long has vailed my mind, And smiling day once more appears; Then, my Creator! then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 3 O, let me then at length be taught What I am still so slow to learn— That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.