Horatius Bonar, 1857.

335 Dennis.  S.M.

The Lord’s Guardianship. (855)

How gentle God’s commands! 
  How kind his precepts are! 
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
  And trust his constant care.

2 His bounty will provide;
  His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears creation up,
  Shall guard his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load
  Press down your weary mind? 
Oh, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,
  And peace and comfort find.

4 His Goodness Stands approved,
  Unchanged from day to day;
I’ll drop my burden at his feet,
  And bear a song away.

     Philip Doddridge, 1740.

336 Dennis.  S.M.

Grace.—­Eph. 2:8. (744)

Grace! ’tis a charming sound
  Harmonious to the ear! 
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
  And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way
  To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
  Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my roving feet
  To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
  While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
  Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone;
  And well deserves the praise.

     Philip Doddridge, 1755.

337 Dennis.  S.M.

Adoption.—­I.  John 3:1-3. (742)

Behold what wondrous grace
  The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
  To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear
  How great we must be made;
But when we see our Savior there,
  We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine
  May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
  As Christ the Lord is pure.

4 If in my Father’s love
  I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
  To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie
  Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry
  And thou the kindred own.

     Isaac Watts, 1707.

338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s.

Memorial of Praise. (617)

Come, thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
  Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
  Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
  Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount—­I’m fixed upon it,
  Mount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I’ll raise mine Ebenezer,
  Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,
  Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
  Wand’ring from the fold of God,
He, to rescue me from danger,
  Interposed his precious blood.