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	HOPE AND COMFORT

	443




	2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall;	May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all: 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.

	Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707 444



	2 We ask not, Father, for repose Which comes from outward rest, If we may have through all life's woes Thy peace within our breast: 3 That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial-way too long, But leaves the end with Thee:	4 That peace which flows serene and deep, A river in the soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep, God's sunshine o'er the whole. 5 O Father, give our hearts this peace, Whate'er the outward be, Till all life's discipline shall cease, And we go home to Thee.