3 In the midst of afllictien my table is spread,
With blessings unmeasured my cup run¬
With perfume and oil thou anointest my
Oh! what shall I ask of thy providence
4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;
I seek—by the path which my forefathers
Through the land of their sojourn—thy
kingdom of love.
Park Street, L. M. /. Edvieston.
56 Colossians i: 19.
1 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free.
What need I, that is not in thee?—
Full pardon, strength to meet the day.
And peace which none can take away.
2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear,
'Tis sweet to know that thou art near;
Am 1 with dread of justice tried,
'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.