2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sovereign will;
And, awed by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers every blast
To those who seek thy face,
And mingles with the tempest's roar
The whispers of thy grace.

4 Those gentle whispers let me hear,
Till all the tumult cease;

And gales of Paradise shall lull
My weary soul to peace.

148.

C. M.

WEST BOSTON COL.

God just and wise in afflictive Appointments.

1 IF Providence, to try my heart,
Afflictions should prepare,
To God submissive may I bend,
And keep me from despair.

2 Whate'er he orders must be just;
Then let me kiss the rod,
Nor, poorly sunk, at all distrust
The goodness of my God.

3 The mind to which I owe my own,
To guide this mind is wise;

And he, to whom my faults are known,
The fittest to chastise.

4 Then, till life's latest sands are run,
O teach me, Power Divine,

Still to reply, thy will be done,
Whate'er becomes of mine.

149.

L. M..

DODDRIDGE.

God our Deliverer. Ps. 116.

1 GREAT Source of life! our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace;
Crowned with thy mercy, we rejoice,
And in thy praise exalt our voice.

2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread;
By thee were earth's foundations laid;
And all the charms of man's abode
Proclaim the wise, the gracious GOD.
3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death;
Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.
4 These lives are sacred to the Lord;
Kindled by him, by him restored;
And, while our hours renew their race,
Still would we walk before his face.

5 So when, by him, our souls are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant may we move
To seats of nobler life above!

150.

C. P. M.

EXETER COL.

Providential Goodness of God.

1 GREAT Source of unexhausted good,
Who giv'st us health, and friends, and food,
And peace, and calm content,
Like fragrant incense, to the skies,
Let songs of grateful praises rise,
For all thy blessings lent.

2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy providence attends our way,
To guard us and to guide;

Thy grace directs our wandering will,
And warns us, lest seducing ill
Allure our souls aside.

3 Thy smiles, with a reviving light,
Cheer the long darksome hours of night,
And gild the thickest gloom;
Thy watchful love, around our bed,
Doth softly like a curtain spread,
And guard the peaceful room.

4 To thee our lives, our all we owe,
Our peace and sweetest joys below,
And brightest hopes above;

Then let our lives, and all that's ours,
Our souls, and all our active powers,
Be sacred to thy love.

God's Care a Remedy for ours.

1 How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! "Come cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care."

2 While providence supports,
Let saints securely dwell;

That hand which bears all nature up,
Shall guide his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?

Haste to your heavenly Father's throne,
And sweet refreshment find.

4 His goodness stands approved
Down to the present day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.

152. S. M. DODDRIDGE.

God wise and merciful in Chastisement.
1 How gracious and how wise
Is our chastising GOD!
And O! how rich the blessings are,
That blossom from his rod!

2 He lifts it up on high

With pity in his heart,

That every stroke his children feel
May grace and peace impart.

3 Instructed thus, they bow,

And own his sovereign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.

4 His covenant love they seek,
And seek the happy bands,
That closer still engage their hearts
To honor his commands.

5 Our Father, we consent
To discipline divine;

And bless the pains that make our souls Still more completely thine.

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153.

L. M.

WATTS.

Blessing of God needful in all Things. Ps. 127. 1 IF God succeed not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost; If God the city will not keep,

The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What if you rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread; 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest; He can make rich, yet give us rest; Children and friends are blessings too, If God our sovereign make them so. 4 Happy the man, to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends! How sweet our daily comforts prove, When they are seasoned with his love!

God all in all. Ps. 127.

1 IF God to build the house deny,
The builders work in vain;
And towns, without his wakeful eye,
A useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise,
Your painful work renew,

And, till the stars ascend the skies,
Your tiresome toil pursue;