VII PROVIDENCE OD moves in a mysterious way G His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, W. Cowper VIII THE EMIGRANT'S SACRED SONG HERE the remote Bermudas Win ocean's bosom unespied, From a small boat that rowed along, "What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze, Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own. "Where He the huge sea-monsters racks, That lift the deep upon their backs; He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storm's and tyrant's rage. "He gave us this eternal spring "He hangs in shades the orange bright, "O, let our voice his praise exalt Thus sang they in the English boat, And all the way, to guide their chime, A. Marvell IX THE LOVE OF GOD LEST be Thy love, dear Lord, B That taught us this sweet way Only to love Thee for Thyself, O Thou, our soul's chief hope! Where'er we are, Thou canst protect, Whether we sleep or wake, Whether we live, or die, In death we live, as well as life, If Thine in death we be. 7. Austin X GOD THE ONLY COMFORTER O THOU that driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends who in our sunshine live, ; When winter comes are flown And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, When joy no longer soothes, or cheers, O, who could bear life's stormy doom, Come brightly wafting through the gloom, One peace-branch from above? Then sorrow touched by Thee grows bright As darkness shows us worlds of light T. Moore |