33 The man that has God for his Friend,
Looks forward to that blessed day,
When God will pronounce him as just,
While thousands are driven away.

34 The man that has God for his Friend,
Is sometimes almost in despair,

Bow'd down with a body of sin,

Sometimes overwhelmed with care.

35 The man that has God for his Friend, Is a man that's beloved of God,

And all the sad crooks in his lot

Shall surely work out for his good. 36 The man that has God for his Friend,

Though fore'd both to beg and to borrow,
His God will provide for to-day,

His God will not leave him to-morrow.
37 The man that has God for his Friend,
Has no need to vex and complain,
For all things are order'd for him,

His troubles shall not be in vain. 38 The man that has God for his Friend, Is perfectly safe and secure;

A man that's beloved of God

May well a few crosses endure. 39 The man that has God for his Friend, Shall prove all God's promises good; "Tis God that has brought me thus far, Because my Protector is God.

Then came she and worshipped him, saying, Lord, help me. Matthew xv. 25.

1 LORD, help me, is a common pray'r,
For those in sad dismay;

And that poor soul can never sink,
Whom God has made to pray.

2 How many thousands go to God,
If you could hear them there,

Lord, help me, is the common cry,
And keep me from despair.

3 And will God hear a pray'r like this?
He has done so before;

The Canaanitish woman cried,

Lord, help, she said no more.

4 And did she cry, Lord, help, in vain?
Not so: no more shall you:

God never brings a sinner out,

But God will bring him through.

5 Whoever then can cry to God,
They never need despair;

For none will ever cry to God

"Till God himself comes there.
6 Before this woman came to God,
God had decreed it so;

'Tis God's design to answer those
That are inspir'd to go.

7 Ah! could ten thousand sinners go
With this poor woman's cry,

Lord, help a lost, a ruin'd wretch,
The Lord would not deny.

8 God teaches pray'r, then answers pray'r,
This is Jehovah's plan;

Lord, help me, is a pray'r will do,
If God directs the man.

God is our Refuge and Strength, a very present Help in

trouble. Psalm xlvi. 1.

1 GOD is

my Director

In all my affairs,

Who weighs all my sorrows,

Who measures my cares;

He knows all my weakness,

He knows I can't stand;

When I am just sinking,

He puts forth his hand.

2 He knows how I'm tempted,
Perplexed, and tried;

He knows how his goodness
I've often denied ;

He knows my vile nature,
How wretched I am;

He knows, when he leaves me,
I'm a poor helpless man.

3 He knows all my weakness,
My folly, and pride;

He knows my proud nature
Can't bear to be tried;

He knows, if he leaves me,
I wander and stray,

Without heart to seek him,
Without heart to pray.

4 He knows, when he draws me,
I can then run a-pace,

I can laugh at my foes,

When I taste of his grace;

I then can do all things,

I'm strong then as Paul;

But if left a moment,

That moment I fall.

5 He knows where I lay

When he first found me out,

A ruin'd dead sinner,

Who wander'd about;

And in that sad state

Must have laid, (O to tell)

Till I fill'd up my cup,

And then drop'd into hell.

6 And can I forget him,

Who thus thought of me,

And brought me salvation

So full and so free?

Yes, Lord, if thou leave me,
I soon forget all,

For I am by nature

Still dead in the fall.

7 'Tis grace then must keep me, Free grace is my plea,

I trust in my Jesus,

Who died on the tree,

There all my hopes centre,

I'll trust in his name,

Whose love is for ever

And ever the same.

8 He knows what a poor

Changing creature I am,

Yet knows I would trust

In Jehovah the Lamb:

He knows I would seek,

I would trust, I would pray,

I would rely on him,

My Hope, and my Stay.

9 I know, when I try,

I am often defeated:

He knows, when he smiles,

I am sometimes conceited;

When providence frowns,

I am press'd down with care,

Ah! then I forget him,

I sink in despair.

10 He knows I can trust him,

With gifts in my hand,

But when all is gone,
I am put to a stand

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How well I can trust him,
At full blaze of day;

When all things go well,

I can praise, I can pray.

11 But when all is darkness

And deadness within,

And I plagued to death

With the world and with sin,

Still God is my Refuge,

All else is a bustle;

My God is my Refuge,

My Refuge in trouble.

Should such a Man as I flee ?, Nehemiah vi. 11.
1 SHALL 1, a saved sinner, flee,
Since Christ so freely died for me,
And left no debt to pay?
No, rather let me gladly tell,
Christ has redeem'd my soul from hell,
And set me Zion's way.
2 Shall I in bondage mope about,
A foolish slave to fear and doubt,
Since my redemption's paid?'

Shall I dispute my title good?
That title seal'd with Christ's own blood,
Need I to be dismay'd?

3 No, rather let me trust in Him,
Who died to put away my sin,

And seal'd the blessed bond:"
The Lord has call'd me by his grace;
Sometimes by faith I see his face,
And love is all my song.
4 I once was dead, but now I live;
My Lord did all my sins forgive,
He laid them on his Son:

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