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Providential Care.

4 Whose glory to this earth extende,

When God himself imparts;
And the whole Trinity descends

Into our faithful hearts.
5 By faith the upper choir we meet,

And join with them to sing
Jehovah, on his shining seat,

Our Maker and our King.


HYUN 209. L.M.

Providential Care.
PRAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise :

His nature and his works invite, • To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames,

He counts their numbers, calls their names;

His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, · A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd. 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky: There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,

And clothes the smiling fields with corn:
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
6 What is the creature's skill or force ?

The sprightly man, or warlike horse ?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.

Providential Care.

6 But saints are lovely in his sight;

He views his children with delight:
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.

HYMN 210. 8-7's.

The same.
HAPPY man, whom God does aid:
God our souls and bodies made:
God on us, in gracious show'rs,
Blessings every moment pours:
Compasses with angel-bands,
Bids them bear us in their hands;
Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd:

Life and all descends from God. 2 He this flowery carpet spread;

Made the earth on which we tread:
God refreshes in the air :
Covers with the clothes we wear;
Feeds us with the food we eat;
Cheers us with his light and heat;
Makes his sun on us to shine:

All our blessings are divine.
3 Give him then, and ever give,

Thanks for all that we receive :
Man we for his kindness love-
How much more our God above?
Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord,

To be honour'd and adored;
God of all-creating grace,
Take the everlasting praise. C. WESLEY.

HYMN 211. C.M.

The same.
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,

How rich thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,

Proclaim thy constant care.

Converting Grace. 2 When in the bosom of the earth,

The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,

And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;

The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gavest refulgent suns to shine,

And mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above,

Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
6 We own and bless thy gracious sway:

Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, nigbt nor day,

Summer nor winter fails.
6 Glory to God who reigns above;

The eternal Three in One, Who by the wonders of his love,

Has made his nature known.


HYMN 212. L.M.

Converting Grace. GLORY to God, whose sovereign grace

Has animated senseless stones; Call'd us to stand before his face,

And raised us into Abraham's sons. 2 The people who in darkness lay,

In sin and error's deadly shade, Have seen a glorious gospel day,

In Jesu's lovely face display'd. 9 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,

And bared thy arm in all our sight; Hast inade the reprobates thy own,

And claim'd the outcasts as thy right.

Love to God for his renewing Grace. 4 Thy single arm, Almighty Lord,,

To us the great salvation brought : Thy word, thy all-creating word,

That spake at first the world from nought. 8 For this the saints lift up their voice,

And ceaseless praise to thee is given; For this the hosts above rejoice:

We raise the happiness of heaven. 6 For this (no longer sons of night),

To thee our thankful hearts we give;
To thee who call'st us into light;
To thee we die, to thee we live.

c. WESLEY. HYMN 213. L.M.

Dedication to Christ.
My soul, through my Redeemer's care,

Saved from the second death I feel :
My eyes from tears of dark despair,

My feet from falling into hell.
2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run;

My eyes on his perfections gaze;
My soul shall live for God alone,
And all within me shout his praise.

HYMN 214. 6-8's.
Love to God for his renewing Grace.
Thee will I love, my strength, my tower ;

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love with all my power,

In all thy works, and thee alone;
Thee will I love, till the pure fire

Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 Ah! why did I so late thee know?

Thee, lovelier than the sons of min
Ah! why did I no sooner go

To thee, the only ease in pain ?
Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn,
That I so late to thee did turn.

Redeeming Love.
3 In darkness willingly I stray'd:

I sought thee, yet from thee I roved ;
Far wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread;

Thy creatures more than thee I loved;
And now, if more at length I see,

'Tis through thy light, and comes from thee. 4 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,

That thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank thee, who hast overthrown

My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind:
I thank thee, whose enlivening voice

Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 6 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love beneath thy frown

Or smile, thy sceptre or thy rod :
What though my flesh and heart decay;
Thee shall I love in endless day. J. WESLEY..

HYMN 215. 4-7's.

Redeeming Love.
Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesu's name:
Ye who now his kindness prove,

Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye who see the Father's grace

Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,

Praise and bless the God of love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,

Banish all your guilty fears ;
See your guilt and curse remove,

Cancell’d by redeeming love.
4 Welcome all by sin oppress'd,

Welcome all to Jesu's breast:
Nothing brought him from above,

Nothing but redeeming love.
5 He subdued the infernal powers;

His tremendous foes and ours,
From their cursed empire drove &
Mighty in redeeming love.

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