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4 While we his gracious succor prove,

'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades, through which we pass,

Shall echo with his praise.

L. M.

Darkness of Providence.
1 LORD, we adore thy vast designs,

The obscure abyss of providence !
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,

Too dark to view with feeble sense. 2 Through seas and storms of deep distress

We sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,

Through all the terrors of the night. 3 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod

Resolve to scourge us here below,
Still let us lean upon our God;
Thine arm shall bear us safely through.

166. L. M. TATE & BRADY.

Confidence in God's Protection. Ps. 18.
1 No change of times shall ever shock

My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been a rock,

A fortress, and defence to me.
2 Thou my deliverer art, my God;

My trust is in thy mighty power :
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tower.

3 Thou to the just shalt justice show;

The pure thy purity shall see :
Such as perversely choose to go,

Shall meet with due returns from thee. 4 Then who deserves to be adored,

But God, on whom my hopes depend ?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless power defend ?

167. 7s. M. Mrs. BARBAULD.

Providence adored in all Changes. 1 Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days :
Bounteous source of every joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ; 2 For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's exalted juice,

For the generous olive's use.
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds, that drop their fattening dews,

Suns, that temperate warmth diffuse; 4 All that spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o'er the smiling land ;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her rich o'erflowing stores ;5 These to thee, our God! we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow! And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear

From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot

Drop her green untimely fruit;
7 Should thine altered hand restrain

The early and the latter rain;
Blast each opening bud of joy,

And the rising year destroy ;
8 Still to thee our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing's flown,
Love thee--for thyself alone.

168. 7s. M.

Our Times in the Hand of God.
1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,

Ever gracious, ever wise !
All my times are in thy hand,

All events at thy command. 2 Thou didst form me by thy power;

Thou wilt guide me, hour by hour;
All my times shall ever be

Ordered by thy wise decree: 3 Times of sickness, times of health;

Times of penury and wealth ;
Times of trial and of grief;

Times of triumph and relief; 4 Times temptation's power to prove;

Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All is fixed, the means and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.


God the Eternal Dwelling-place. Ps. 90. 1 Thou, Lord, through every changing scene,

Hast to thy saints a refuge been;
Through every age, eternal God,

Their pleasing home, their safe abode. 2 In thee our fathers sought their rest,

In thee our fathers still are blest ;
And while the tomb confines their dust,

In thee their souls abide, and trust. 3 Lo, we are risen, a feeble race,

Awhile to fill our fathers' place;
Our helpless state with pity view,

And let us share their refuge too.
4 Through all the thorny paths we trace

In this uncertain wilderness,
When friends desert, and foes invade,

Revive our heart and guard our head. 5 So when this pilgrimage is o'er,

And we must dwell in flesh no more,
To thee our separate souls shall come,

And find in thee a surer home.
6 To thee our infart race we leave;

Them may their athers' God receive;
That voices yet unformed may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise.



God working in the Soul.
1 'Tis God the spirit leads

In paths before unknown:
The work to be performed is ours;

The strength is all his own. 2 Assisted by his grace,

We still pursue our way;
And hope at last to reach the prize,

Secure in endless day.
3 'Tis he that works to will,

'Tis he that works to do;
He is the power by which we act,

His be the glory too.

171. C. M. MRS. STEELE.

Kindness and Constancy of Providence. 1 Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands,

While earthly thrones decay;
And time submits to thy commands,

While ages roll away.
2 Thy sovereign bounty freely gives

Its unexhausted store,
And universal nature lives

On thy sustaining power.
3 Holy and just in all its ways

Is providence divine;
In all its works, immortal rays

Of power and mercy shine.

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