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228 The Book of Praise. |
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CCXII.
How gentle God's commands, How kind His precepts are ! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust His constant care.
While Providence supports, Let saints securely dwell; That Hand, which bears all Nature up, Shall guide His children well.
Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind ? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find.
His goodness stands approved Down to the present day : I'll drop my burden at His feet, And bear a song away.
Philip Doddridge. 1755. |
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CCXIII.
O God of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led ;
Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace ;
God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. |
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