616. C. M. Doddridge.

"My times are in thy hand."

1To Thee, my God, my days are known;

My soul enjoys the thought;

My actions all before thy face,

Nor are my faults forgot.

2Each secret breath devotion vents

Is vocal to thine ear;

And all my walks of daily life

Before thine eye appear.

3Each golden hour of beaming light

Is gilded by thy rays;

And dark affliction's midnight gloom

A present God surveys.

4Full in thy view through life I pass,

And in thy view I die;

And when each mortal bond is broke,

Shall find my God is nigh.

Praising God through all Changes.

1Through all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.

2Of his deliverance I will boast,

Till all who are distressed

From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest.

3The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;

Deliverance he affords to all

Who in his succor trust.

4O make but trial of his love!

Experience will decide

How blest they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.