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306 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fear s Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears ?

3 No, rather let me freely yield What most I prize to thee, Who never hast a good withheld, Nor wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour all my journey through, Thou art engaged to grant ; What else I want, or think I do, Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I resist them both ? A poor blind creature of a day, And crush d before the moth !

6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway ; Else the next cloud that veils the skies, Drives all these thoughts away.

1 WHEN my Saviour, my Shepherd, is near, How quickly my sorrows depart ? New beauties around me appear, New spirits enliven my heart : His presence gives peace to my soul, And Satan assaults me in vain ; While my Shepherd his power controls I think I no more shall complain.

2 But, alas ! what a change do I find, When my Shepherd withdraws from my sight ! My fears all return to my mind, My day is soon changed into night ; Then Satan his efforts renews To vex and ensnare me again ; All my pleasing enjoyments I lose, And can only lament and complain.