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HY MN 188

SUBMISSION TO PROVIDENCE.

NAKED as from the earth we came,

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So to the earth we foon return,

And mingle with our dust.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,

To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high;

Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and, blessed be his name!
He takes but what he

gave.
4 Peace, all our angry paffions then;

Let each rebellious sigh,
Be filent at his sov'reign will,

And ev'ry murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,

Its praises shall be spread ; And we'll adore the justice too

That strikes our comforts dead.

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THE MYSTERIES OF PROVIDENCER

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ORD, how mysterious are thy ways!
How blind are we, how mean our

praise !
Thy steps can mortal eyes explore ? :

'Tis ours to wonder, and adore..
2 Thy deep decrees from creature-fight

Are hid in shades of awful night;
Amid the lines, with curious eye,
Not angel-minds prefume' to pry,
3 Great GOD! I wou'd not ask to see

What in futurity shall be ;
If light and bliss attend my days,

Then let my future hours be praise. 4. Is darkness and distress my share?

Then: let me trust thy guardian care ;
Enough for

me,

if love divine At length thro' ev'ry cloud shall shine. 5 Yet this my foul desires to know, , Be this my only wish below; "That OHRIST is mine !” this great

request Grant, bounteous God : and I am blest. is

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ANSWER
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Has stripp'd the trees, and seald the

ground, But spring shall Toon his rage withstand, And

Ipread new beauties all around. 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns ;

Barren and lifeless I remain ;**
When will the gentle spring return,

And bid my graces grow again! 3 Jesus, my glorious fun, arise,

'Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
O ! hush these storms, and clear my skies,

And let me feel thy vital love,
4 Dear LORD, regard my feeble cry;

I faint and droop till thou appear:
Wilt thou permit thy plant to die?

Mast it be winter all the year?
5 Be still, my soul, and wait his hour,

With humble pray’r, and patient faith; Till he reveals his gracious pow'r,

Repose on what his promise faith. 6 He, by whose all-cominanding words,

Seasons their changing course maintain ;
In ev'ry change a pledge affords,
That none fhall feek his face in vain.

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HYMN 191

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TRUE HAPPIN E-SS.

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ow happy is the chriftian's state!

His fins are all forgiy'n 1'1
A chearing ray confirms, the grace,

And lifts his hopes to heav'n. '2 Tho' in the rugged path of life

: He heaves the pensive figh; Yet, trusting in his God, he finds

Deliv'ring grace is nigh.
3 If, to prevent his wand'ring steps ;

He feels the chall’ning rod;
The gentle stroke shall bring him back

To this forgiving God. 4. And when the welcome message comes

To call his soul away;
His soul in raptures, shall ascend

To'everlasting day.
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