To Thine appointments we submit,
And every choice approve.
4 In Thy paternal love and care,
With cheerful hearts we trust;
Thy tender mercies boundless are,
And all Thy thoughts are just.
5 We cannot want while God provides;
What He ordains is best;
And heaven, whate'er we want besides,
Will give eternal rest.
HE King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine, for ever.
2 Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
5 And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever.
THE Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied:
Since He is mine and I am His,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in His own right way,
For His most holy Name.
4 While He affords His aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk through death's dark
My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In sight of all my foes
Thou dost my table spread,
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from Thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden green and herbage crowned;
And streams shall murmur all around.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly hand shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
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,
And 'tis the necessary share
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.
3 Trust we to youth, or friends, or power?
Fix we on this terrestrial ball?
When most secure, the coming hour,
If Thou seest fit, may blast them all.
4 When lowest sunk with grief and shame,
Filled with affliction's bitter cup,
Lost to relations, friends, and fame,
Thy powerful hand can raise us up.
5 All things on earth, and all in heaven,
On Thy eternal will depend;
And all for greater good were given,
And all shall in Thy glory end!
6 This be my care, to all beside
Indifferent let my wishes be,
Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,
And fixed, O God! my soul on Thee!
THY ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed upon Thy throne above,
And every dark and bending line
Meets in the centre of Thy love. 2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals Thy arrangements view;
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.
3 Thy flock, Thy own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uneyed, Are led or driven only where
They best and safest may abide.
4 They neither know nor trace the way;
But, trusting to Thy piercing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
5 My favoured soul shall meekly learn
To lay her reason at Thy throne;
Too weak Thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust Thee for my guide alone.
WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face:
Aud, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And, after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
7 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise :
For O eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise!
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