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vi HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER
HEAR me, O God!
If Thou hadst not
Been stern to me,
But left me free,
Myself and Thee.
For sin 's so sweet,
As minds ill-bent
Their punishment .
GOD moves in a mysterious way
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
Behind a frowning Providence
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
God is His own interpreter,
THE EMIGRANTS SACRED SONG
WHERE the remote Bermudas
"What should we do but sing His praise
"Where He the huge sea-monsters racks,
"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,
THE LOVE OF GOD
BLEST be Thy love, dear Lord,
O Thou, our soul's chief hope!
Whether we sleep or wake,
Whether we live, or die,
GOD THE ONLY COMFORTER
OTHOU that driest the mourner's tear,
The friends who in our sunshine live,
And he who has but tears to give,
But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
When joy no longer soothes, or cheers,
And even the hope that threw
Is dimmed and vanished too!
O, who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
One peace-branch from above?
Then sorrow touched by Thee grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;
We could not see by day.