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God's Mercies of Creation and Redemption. Ps. 136.

1 GIVE to our God immortal praise!
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:

His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more.

5 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave; Wonders of grace to God belong,

Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat;

His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

134

WATTS.

142.

C. M.

God our Refuge. Ps. 27.

1 SOON as I heard my Father say,
"Ye children, seek my grace,"
My heart replied without delay,
"I'll seek my Father's face."

2 Should friends and kindred, near and dear
Leave me to want or die,
My God will make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

3 My fainting flesh had died with grief,
Had not my soul believed
To see thy grace provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceived.

4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up:
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

143.

C. M. Cowper.

Mysteries of Providence.

1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform:
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take:
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and will break.
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour :

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain :
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

144.

L. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

Deliverances acknowledged.

1 GOD of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turned aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head!

2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.

3 Whither, O! whither should I fly,
But to my loving Father's breast,
Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest?

4 1 have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O God, my wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run;

But thou art greater than my heart.

5 Foolish and impotent and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving thee alone.

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Universal Care of Providence acknowledged.
1 GREATEST of beings, source of life,
Sovereign of air, of earth, and sea!
All nature feels thy power, but man
A grateful tribute pays to thee.

2 Subject to wants, to thee he looks,
And from thy goodness seeks supplies;
And, when oppressed with guilt he mourns,
Thy mercy lifts him to the skies.

3 Children, whose little minds, unformed,
Ne'er raised a tender thought to heaven;
And men, whom reason lifts to God,

Though oft by passion downward driven;— 4 Those, too, who bend with age and care, And faint and tremble near the tomb; Who, sickening at the present scenes, Sigh for that better state to come :

5 All, great Creator! all are thine;
All feel thy providential care;

And, through each varying scene of life,
Alike thy constant pity share.

6 And whether grief oppress the heart;
Or whether joy elate the breast;
Or life still keep its little course;
Or death invite the heart to rest:-

7 All are thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey:
And all are training man to dwell
Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee.

146. L. M.

BROWNE.

Dependence on Providence.

1 GREAT Lord of earth, and seas, and skies;
Thy wealth the needy world supplies:
And safe beneath thy guardian arm,
We live secured from every harm.

2 To thee perpetual thanks we owe
For all our comforts here below;
Our daily bread thy bounty gives,
And every rising want relieves.

3 To thee we cheerful homage bring;
In grateful hymns thy praises sing;
On thee we ever will depend,

The rich, the sure, the faithful friend.

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Divine Goodness in moderating Affliction.

1 GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame,
We own thy power divine;

We hear thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are thine.

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