Thou on the Lord rely,
So fafe fhalt thou go on;
Fix on his work thy stedfaft eye,
So fhall thy work be done :
No profit canft thou gain
By felf-confuming care,
To him commend thy caufe, his ear
Attends the foftest pray❜r.
Thine everlafting truth,
Father, thy ceafelefs love,
Sees all thy childrens' wants, and knows
What beft for each will prove ;
And whatfoe'er thou will'ft
Thou doft, O King of kings;
What thine unerring wifdom chofe,
Thy pow'r to being brings.
Thou ev'ry where haft way,
And all things ferve thy might,
Thy ev'ry act, pure bleffing is,
Thy path unfully'd light:
When thou arifeft, Lord,
What fhall thy work withstand ?
When all thy children want, thou giv'ft,
Who, who fhall stay thine hand?
to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and be undismay'd,
God hears thy fighs, and counts thy tears,
God fhall lift up thy head;
Thro' waves, and clouds, and ftorms,
He gently clears the way;
Wait thou his time, fo fhall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
2 Still heavy is thy heart,
Still fink thy fpirits down;
Caft off the weight, let fear depart,
And ev'ry care be gone!
What tho' thou ruleft not,
Yet heav'n, and earth, and hell,
Proclaim God fitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
Leave to his fov'reign (way
To choofe and to command,
So fhalt thou wond'ring own his way
How wife, how ftrong his hand!
Far, far above thy thought
His counfel fhall appear,
When fully he the work hath wrought,
That caus'd thy needless fear.
Thou feeft our weaknefs, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee;
O lift thou up the finking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee:
Let us in life, in death,
Thy ftedfaft truth declare,
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.
HYMN CLXXIV.
GOD of my life, whofe gracious pow'r
Thro' various deaths my foul hath led,
Or turn'd afide the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my finking head!
2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I fee;
Affift me fill my courfe to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.
3 Oft from the margin of the grave,
Thou, Lord, haft lifted up my head;
Sudden I found thee near to fave;
The fever own'd thy touch, and fled. 4 Whither, O whither fhould I fly!
But to my loving Saviour's breast;
Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to reft? 5 I have no fkill the fnare to fhun,
But thou, O Chrift! my wifdom art;
I ever into ruin run;
But thou art greater than my heart. 6 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heav'n may find,
The heav'n of loving thee alone.
7 Enlarge my heart to make thee room;
Enter, and in me ever stay ;
The crooked then shall straight become;
The darkness fhall be loft in day!
JEHOVAH-JIREH, i. e. The LORD will provide, GEN, Xxii. 14.
HO' troubles affail, and dangers affright, Tho' friends fhould all fail, and focs all unite; Yet one thing fecures us, whatever betide, The promise affures us, The Lord will provide. The birds without barn and ftorehouse are fed; From them let us learn to truft for our bread : His faints what is fitting fhall ne'er be deny'd, So long as 'tis written, The Lord will provide.
3 We all may, like ships, by tempest be toft
On perilous deeps, but need not be loft;
Tho' Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
Yet fcripture engages, The Lord will provide.
His call we obey, like Abrah'm of old;
We know not the way, but faith makes us bold;
For tho' we are ftrangers, we have a. fure guide,
And truft in all dangers, The Lord will provide.
5 When Satan appears to stop up our path,
And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us (tho' oft he has try'd)
The heart-cheering promife, The Lord will provide.
6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain,
The good that we feek, we ne'er fhall obtain;
But when fach fuggeftions our graces have try'd,
This anfwers all queftions, The Lord will provide.
No ftrength of our own, nor goodnefs we claim,
Our truft is all thrown on Jefus's name,
In this our ftrong tower for fafety we hide;
The Lord is our pow'r, The Lord will provide.
8 When life finks apace, and death is in view,
The word of his grace fhall comfort us through,
Not fearing, or doubting, with Chrift on our fide,
We hope to die houting, The Lord will provide.
HYMN CLXXVI.
T
HE Lord my pafture shall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His prefence hall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my mid-night hours defend.
2 When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring fteps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, Amid the verdant landscape flow, 3 Tho' in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill; Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful fhade. 4 Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Thro' devious lonely wilds I ftray, Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile; The barren wildernefs fhall fmile With fudden greens and herbage crown'd, · And ftreams fhall murmur all around.
HYMN CLXXVII.
AWAY, my unbelieving fear,
Fear fhall in me no more have place;
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightnefs of his face:
But fhall I therefore let him go,
And bafely to the Tempter yield?
No-in the strength of Jefus, no,
I never will give up my fhield.
2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with'ring fig-tree droop and die,
The fields elude the tiller's toil,
The empty ftall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleeting race,
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my falvation praife.
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