O thou great Jehovah, Pil - grim thro' this bar - ren land;

I am weak, but thou art might-y, Hold me with thy pow'rful hand; Bread of

heaven, Feed me till I want no more; Bread of heav'n, Feed me till I want no more.

love; his mercy bright-ens All the path in which we rove;

light - ens; God is wisdom, God is love.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

He treasures up his bright designs, 5 His purposes will ripen fast,

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 6
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:

116 (WILMOT) 8.7.8.7
I God is love: his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens :
God is wisdom, God is love.

2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never:
God is wisdom, God is love.

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the mist his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
William Cowper

I17 (MANOAH) C. M.

I Let every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all: [weak,
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the
And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrows bow the spirit down,
When virtue lies distressed
Beneath the proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourner rest.

3

Thou know'st the pains thy servants Thou hear'st thy children's cry; [feel, And their best wishes to fulfill,

Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere:

Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

And where the verdant pastures grow, 5 Thou spread'st a table in my sight;

I. O God of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed;

119 EVAN C. M.

Celtic Melody. Arr. by William H. Havergal

1. The Lord's my Shep-herd, I'll not want; He makes me down

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to lie

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In pastures green; he lead - eth me The qui- et

2 My soul he doth restore again ;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Ev'n for his own name's sake.

waters by.

4 My table thou hast furnishèd
In presence of my foes;

My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
Scottish Psalter

121

(EVAN) C. M.

I No longer forward or behind
I look in hope or fear,

But, grateful, take the good I find,
The best of now and here.

All as God wills, who wisely heeds,

To give or to withhold:
And knoweth more of all my needs
Than all my prayers have told.

3 Through each perplexing path of life 3 Enough that blessings understood

Of their succeeding race.

Our wandering footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.

Have marked my erring track; That whereso'er my feet have swerved, His chastening turned me back ;

4 O spread thy covering wings around 4 That more and more a providence

Till all our wanderings cease,

And at our Father's loved abode

Our souls arrive in peace.

Philip Doddridge

Of love is understood,

Making the springs of time and sense
Sweet with eternal good.

J. G. Whittier