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4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares,

While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

5 Great God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

The Holy Trinity. 6s & 4s.

Come, thou Almighty King,

Help us thy name to sing,

Help us to praise.

Father all glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days.

2 Jesus our Lord, arise,

Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall.

Let thine Almighty aid
Our sure defence be made;
Our souls on thee be staid;

Lord, hear our call.

3 Come, thou incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty sword;
.Our prayer attend.

Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success;

Spirit of holiness,

On us descend.

4 Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour.

Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power.

5 To the Great One in Three,
The highest praises be,
Hence evermore.

His sovereign majesty,
May we in glory see,
And to eternity,

Love and adore.

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The Lord will provide. 10s & 11s.

Though troubles assail and dangers affright;
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide;
The Scripture assures us, the Lord will provide.

2 The birds without barn or store-house, are fed;
From them let us learn to trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied;
So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide.

3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost:
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages, the Lord will provide.

4 His call we obey, like Abram of old,

Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold; For though we are strangers, we have a good guide, And trust 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, though oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise, the Lord will provide.

6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain:
The good, that we seek, we ne'er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions, the Lord will provide.

7 No strength of our own, or goodness we claim,
Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name,
In this our strong tower for safety we hide:
The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide.

8 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, This word of his grace shall comfort us through: No fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, the Lord will provide.

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Thanks for Divine Care. C. M.

O Thou, my light, my life, my joy,
My glory, and my all;

Unsent by thee, no good can come,
Nor evil can befall.

2 Such are thy schemes of providence,
And methods of thy grace,

That I may safely trust in thee,
Through all the wilderness.

3 'Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm
Upholds me in the way; ́
And thy rich bounty well supplies
The wants of every day.

4 For such compassions, O my God!
Ten thousand thanks are due;
For such compassions, I esteem
Ten thousand thanks too few.

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Sovereign Grace. S. M.

Grace! 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to mine ear:

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace first inscribed my name

In God's eternal book;

'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my sorrows took.

4 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

5 Grace taught my soul to pray, And made my eyes o'erflow: 'Twas grace that kept me to this day, And will not let me go.

6 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

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Dearest of all the names above,

My Jesus and my God,

Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?

2 'Tis by the merits of thy death
The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath
The Spirit dwells with men.

3 'Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just and sacred Three
Are terrors to my mind.