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3 How eagerly they wish to know
The duties he would have them do:
To execute their Sovereign's will! e Hither, at his command, they fly,
To guard the beds on which we lie;
And scatter all our fears away.
(Though to a mortal eye unknown,) To guide and guard my doubtful way Up to the realms of endless day.
C. M. 64.
The soul. Mark viii. 36. WHAT is the thing of greatest price, That which was lost in Paradise,
That which in Christ is found: 2 The soul of man-Jehovah's breath
That keeps two worlds at strife; Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heaven stoops to give it life. 3 God, to redeem it, did not spare
His well beloved Son; iesus, to save it, deign'd to bear
The sins of all in one,
In earthen vessels frail?
Till flesh and spirit fail?
That knowledge to obtain;
PROVIDENCE OF GOD.
(71.) C. M.
Volume of divine providence. "LET the whole raee of creatures lie
Abas'd before the Lord! Whate’er his pow'rful hand has form’d,
He governs with a word. 2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought, All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.
O'erlook'd in his decrees,
Or sinks with equal ease.
'Tis he provides the rays; And 'tis his hand that hides the sun,
If darkness cloud my days. 5 Trusting his wisdom and his love,
I would not wish to know, What in the book of his decrees
Awaits me here below.
Whate'er my lot shall be,
My soul for heav'n and thee! 66.
(72.) C. M.
God's dispensations merciful. 1 THE Lord, how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command! Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand. 2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And light his awful robe,
Whilst, with a smile or with a frows,
He manages the globe.
In all their shining forms.
And pities mortal worms.
In sweet compassion move;
And takes his title, love.
And sway us as he will.
We are his fav’rites still, 67.
(75.) L. M.
God provides for all.. 1 G
REATEST of beings, source of life,
Sov’reign of air, and earth, and sea All nature feels thy pow'r; but man
A grateful tribute pays to thee. 2 Subject to wants, to thee he looks,
And from thy goodness seeks supplies; And, when oppress’d with guilt, he mourns,
Thy mercy lifts him to the skies. 3 Children, whose little minds, unform’d,
Ne'er rais'd a tender thought to heav'nı; And men, whom reason lifts to God,
Tho' oft by passion downward driv'n; Those, too, who bend with age and care,
And faint and tremble near the tomb, Who, sick’ning at the present scenes,
Sigh for that better state to eome:
All feel thy providential care;
6 And, whether grief oppress the heart,
Or whether joy elate the breast, Or life still keep its little course,
Or death invite the heart to rest:
7 All are thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey; And all are training man to dwell
Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee.
(77.) L. M. God's appointments wise and good. THROUGH all the various shifting scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, O God, conducts, unseen,
The beautiful vicissitude. 2 Thou givest with paternal care,
Howe'er unjustly we complain, To all their necessary share
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.
Fix we on this terrestrial ball?
If thou see fit, may blast them all. 4 Thy pow’rful consolations cheer;
'Thy smiles suppress the deep-fetch'd sigh; Thy hand can dry the trickling tear,
That secret wets the widow's eye. 5 All things on earth, and all in heav'n
On thy eternal will depend;
Would man pursue th' appointed end. 6 Be this my care:-To all beside,
Indiffrent let my wishes be.
(78.) C. M. 69.
God's ways incomprehensible.
His wonders to perform,
And rides upon the storm.
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sov’reign will.
The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.
But trust him for his grace;
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding ev'ry hour.
But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain.
L. M. 0.
In him we live and move. 1 VAST are thy works, almighty Lord!
All nature rests upon thy word.
The spacious earth is full of thee.
Waiting their portions from thy hand;