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4 Dear Father, if Thy lifted rod
Be rais'd to scourge us here below,
238 Psalm lxxvii. 19. C. M. CowPER.
1 OD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform :
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.
The clouds ye so much dread
In blessings on your head.
But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour :
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.
My soul stands trembling, while sho sings
2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,
Hang on His firm decrce;
Nor borrows leave TO BE.
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 ;
Or what bright scenes may rise.
May I but find my namc,
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.
Rev. xix. 6.
HE Lord is King ; lift up thy voice,
From world to world the joy shall ring :
The Lord Omnipotent is King.
The Judge of all the earth is just.
Let every creature speak His praise. 3 He reigns; ye saints, exalt your strains :
Your God is King, your Father reigns;
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.
His might decay, His love forsake,
The Lord Omnipotent is King. 241 Psalm lxvi. 9. L. M. C. WESLEY. 1 MOD of my life, whose gracious power
Or lifted up my sinking head :
Thy ruling Providence I see :
And still direct my paths to Thee. 3 Whither, oh! whither should I fly,
But to my loving Saviour's breast ?
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest. 4 I have no skill the snare to shun,
But Thou, O Christ, my wisdom art :
But Thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known :
Gen. xxxi. 13. C. M. DODDRIDGE,
Altered by LOGAN.
Thy people still are fed ;
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before Thy throne of grace.
Of their succeeding race.
Our wandering footsteps guide:
And raiment fit provide.
Till all our wanderings cease,
Our souls arrive in peace.
Our humble prayers implore;
And portion evermore.
243 Deut. viii. 2.
W My rising soul surveys,
C. M. ADDISON. 1 HEN all Thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps
And led me up to man. 4 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face;
Revived my soul with grace.
My daily thanks employ ;
That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
The glorious theme renew. 7 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise :
8.8.6. CHILD'S CHRISTIAN YEAR. 1 LORD, how happy should we be,
If we could cast our car on Thee,
Is working for the best.
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.
By sudden, wild alarms;
On Thine almighty arms!
245 Psalm cxxxvi. 26. 8.7. FAWCETT.
Praise be Thine from every tongue; Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.