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Satan's boast Of victory in their death: Still, still, though dead, they speak, And trumpet-tongued proclaim To many a wakening land The one availing name. 981. S. M. Ancient Hymns. Thanks for all Saints. 1 For all thy saints, O God, Who strove in Christ to live, Who followed him, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all thy saints, O God, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Christ their great reward, And strove in him to die. 3 They all, in life and death, With him, their Lord in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do. 4 For this thy name we bless, And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in thee. 982. 7s. & 6s. M. (Peculiar.) Meth. Coll. Quiet Religion. 1 Open, Lord, my inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear The comfort of thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of thy grace. 2 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent I am now and still, Dare not in thy presence move; To my waiting soul reveal The secret of thy love. 983. L. M. 8l. H. Ballou, 2d. "A Hiding-place from the Wind," &c. 1 When dread misfortune's tempests rise, And roar through all the darkened skies, Where shall the anxious pilgrim gain A shelter from the wind and rain? Within the covert of thy grace, O Lord, there is a hiding-place, Where, unconcerned, we hear the sound, Though storm and tempest rage around. 2 When, wandering o'er the desert bare Of burning sands and sultry air, We've sought the cheerless region through, But found no stream to meet our view,-- 'Tis then, the rivers of thy love, Descending from thy throne above, Supply our wants, and soothe our pain, And raise our fainting souls again. 3 When in a weary land we tire, And our exhausted powers expire, With toil, and care, and heat oppressed, Where shall our languid spirits rest? O, who could bear the blasting ray, And all the burden of the day, Did n
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