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330 Do I in thy garden grow, Yet produce thee only leaves ? Lord, forbid it should be so ! The thought my spirit grieves.

5 Heavy charges Satan brings To fill me with distress ; Let me hide beneath thy wings, And plead thy righteousness : Lord, to thee for help I call ; Tis thy promise bids me come ; Tell him thou hast paid for all, And that shall strike him dumb.

1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent, And wept o er Ishmael, A message from the Lord was sent To guide her to a well.

2 Should not Elijah s cake and cruse Convince us at this day, A gracious God will not refuse Provisions by the way ?

3 His saints and servants shall be fed, The promise is secure : &quot; Bread shall be given them,&quot; as he said, &quot; Their water shall be sure.&quot;

4 Repasts far richer they shall prove, Than all earth s dainties are ; Tis sweet to taste a Saviour s love, Though in the meanest fare.

5 To Jesus then your trouble bring, Nor murmur at your lot ; While you are poor, and he is King, You shall not be forgot.