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THE MYSTERIES OF PROVIDENCE
ORD, how mysterious are thy ways
Thy fteps can mortal eyes explore?
2 Thy deep decrees from creature-fight
3 Great Gop! I wou'd not afk to fee
4 Is darkness and distress my fhare?
5 Yet this my foul defires to know,
EE how rude winter's icy hand
But fpring fhall foon his rage withstand, And fpread new beauties all around. 2 My foul a fharper winter mourns; Barren and lifelefs I remain; When will the gentle spring return, And bid my graces grow again!
3 JESUS, my glorious fun, arife,
'Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
4 Dear LORD, regard my feeble cry;
5 Be ftill, my foul, and wait his hour,
6 He, by whofe all-commanding words,
ow happy is the chriftian's state
2 Tho' in the rugged path of life
3 If, to prevent his wand'ring steps; He feels the chaft'ning rod;
The gentle ftroke fhall bring him back To this forgiving GGD.
4 And when the welcome meffage comes
ESERTERS, to the camp return,
nd calm my fear; hy fhade? tftrike me here, ul invade.
ath thy blood
S FOR PRIVATE VERANCE.
'l I render, O my God,
the faints that fill thy house, ffrings fhall be paid, да пла fhall my zeal perform the vows y foul in anguifh made.
uch is mercy thy deligh",
lear thy fervants in thy fight