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118 But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me : God shall rise, and shining o er you, Change to day the gloom of night ; He the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.&quot;

1 As parched in the barren sands, Beneath a burning sky, The worthless bramble with ring stands, And only grows to die ;

2 Such is the sinner s awful case, Who makes the world his trust, And dares his confidence to place In vanity and dust.

3 A secret curse destroys his root, And dries his moisture up ; He lives awhile, but bears no fruit, Then dies without a hope.

4 But happy he whose hopes depend Upon the Lord alone ; The soul that trusts in such a Friend Can ne er be overthrown.

5 Though gourds should wither, cisterns break. And creature-comforts die, No change his solid hope can shake, Or stop his sure supply.

6 So thrives and blooms the tree whose roots By constant streams are fed ; Array d in green, and rich in fruits, It rears its branching head.

7 It thrives though rain should be denied. And drought around prevail ; Tis planted by a river side Whose waters cannot fail.