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2 Deep in unfathomable mines
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
He treasures up His bright designs,
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
57 The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind 58 I hid My face from thee for a moment,
YOD moves in a mysterious way,
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain ;
And He will make it plain.
have mercy on thee.-Isa. liv. 8.
mf 2 Yet, Lord, we know in doing good
The change in our wayward mood,
p 3 And if at times our sorrow makes
Yet through the cloud Thy glory breaks
mf 4 And love is in the falling rain,
5 Yea, when the light is overcast,
6 Then help us, Lord, to walk with Thee
W. C. Smith.
He shall feed His flock like a Shepherd.-Isa. xl. 11.
mf of love my Shepherd is,
Where streams of living water flow
p Perverse and foolish oft I strayed;
J. B. DYKES.
mf In death's dark vale I fear no ill
C. E. KETTLE.
Thou spread'st a table in my sight;
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ; Thy rod and staff my comfort stiil, Thy cross before to guide me.
mf And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never;
f Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house for ever.
H. W. Baker.