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4 Dear Father, if Thy lifted rod

Be rais'd to scourge us here below,
Still we must lean upon our God,
Thine arm shall bear us safely through.

238 Psalm lxxvii. 19. C. M. CowPER.

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1 OD 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 shall 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.

239 Psalm xlvi. 10.

C. M.

EEP silence, all created things,



My soul stands trembling, while sho sings
The honours of her God.


2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,

Hang on His firm decrce;
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave TO BE.
3 Chain'd to His throne a volume lies

With all the fates of men ; With every angel's form and size,

Drawn by th' Eternal pen. 4 His providence unfolds the book,

And makes His counsels shine ; Each opening leaf, and every stroke,

Fulfis some deep design. 5 My God, I never long to see

My fate with curious eyes ;
What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes may rise.
6 In Thy fair book of life and grace,

May I but find my namc,
Recorded in some humble place,

Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.


Rev. xix. 6.

L. M.



HE Lord is King ; lift up thy voice,

, :

From world to world the joy shall ring :

The Lord Omnipotent is King.
2 The Lord is King ; child of the dust,

The Judge of all the earth is just.
Holy and true are all His ways:

Let every creature speak His praise. 3 He reigns; ye saints, exalt your strains :

Your God is King, your Father reigns;
And He is at the Father's side,
The Man of Love, the Crucified.

4 Come, make your wants, your burdens

known; He will present them at the throne; And angel-bands are waiting there,

His messages of love to bear.
5 Oh, when His wisdom can mistake,

His might decay, His love forsake,
Then may His children cease to sing,

The Lord Omnipotent is King. 241 Psalm lxvi. 9. L. M. C. WESLEY. 1 MOD of my life, whose gracious power

Or turu'd 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, oh! whither should I fly,

But to my loving Saviour's breast ?
Secure within Thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath Thy wings to rest. 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,

But Thou, O Christ, 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 Thce alone.

Gen. xxxi. 13. C. M. DODDRIDGE,

Altered by LOGAN.

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Thy people still are fed ;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led :

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present

Before Thy throne of grace.
God of our fathers, be the God

Of their succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide:
Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.
4 O spread Thy covering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's lov'd abode,

Our souls arrive in peace.
5 Such blessings from Thy gracious hand

Our humble prayers implore;
And Thou shalt be our chosen God

And portion evermore.

243 Deut. viii. 2.

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C. M. ADDISON. 1 HEN all Thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man. 4 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.
6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

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6 Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death in distant worlds

The glorious theme renew. 7 Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song I'll raise :
But 0, eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.
1 Peter v. 7.

8.8.6. CHILD'S CHRISTIAN YEAR. 1 LORD, how happy should we be,

If we could cast our car on Thee,
If we from self could rest;
And feel at heart that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,

Is working for the best.
2 Could we but kneel, and cast our load,
E'en while we pray, upon our God,

Then rise with lightened cheer, Sure that the Father, who is nigh To still the famished raven's cry,

Will hear in that we fear.
3 How far from this our daily life!
Ever disturb'd by anxious strife,

By sudden, wild alarms;
O could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall

On Thine almighty arms!


245 Psalm cxxxvi. 26. 8.7. FAWCETT.

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Praise be Thine from every tongue; Join, my soul, with every creature,

Join the universal song.

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