3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road; And march with courage in thy ftrength, I And entertain the darkest hours, T HYMN CLXVI. HIS, this is the God we adore, And neither knows meafure nor end. HYMN CLXVII. LORD, how divine thy comforts are! How heav'nly is the place Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft 2 There the rich bounties of our God, There Jefus fays that I am his, 3 Here (fays the kind redeeming Lord, See here the spring of all your joys That open'd when I dy'd! 4 He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain, All this, fays he, I bore for thee, And then he fmiles again. 1 5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King 6 Let fuch amazing loves as thefe Such favours are beyond degrees, 7 To him that wash'd us in his blood I W HYMN CLXVIII HEN all the mercies of my God My rifing foul furveys, Why, my cold heart, art thou not loft In wonder, love, and praise? 2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd, And all my wants redrest, While in the filent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray're 4 Unnumber'd comforts on my foul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant-heart conceiv'd From whom thofe comforts flow'd. 5 When in the flipp'ry paths of youth, With heedlefs fteps I ran, Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe, And led me up to man. T 6 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, 8 Thro' all eternity to Thee HYMN CLXIX. . I WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, 2 Not more than others 1 deserve, r Yet God hath giv'n me more;i bez 3 While fome poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, 4 Are these thy favours day by day Then let me love thee more than they I HYMN CLXX. Hither to bath the Lord helped us, I SAM. vii. 12. THO' ftrait be the way, with dangers befet, And we thro' delay are no farther yet; Our good guide and Saviour hath help'd thus far, 2 What creatures befide are favour'd like us; He ftretch'd forth his power, and fnatch'd us from hell. 4 Then let us rejoice and cheerfully fing With heart and with voice to Jefus our King; Who thus far has brought us from evil to good, The rapfom that bought us, no lefs than his blood! 5 For bleflings like thefe fo bounteously giv'n, For profpects of peace, and foretastes of heav'n, 'Tis grateful, 'tis pleasant to fing and adore; Be thankful for prefent, and then ask for more. HYMN CLXXI. THOU God of my falvation, Mov'd to this by great compaffion, Where fhall I thy praife begin? N 2 While the angel-quires are crying, Is the found of Jefu's name. Down to all, to me it flows. Glory, glory is his own. 5 Angels now are hov'ring round us, I Love and praife to Chrift belong. TRUSTING IN PROVIDENCE. HYMN CLXXII. COMMIT PART THE FIRST. OMMIT thou all thy griefs To his fure truft and tender care, |