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6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

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The Mysteries of Providence.
THY way, O Lord, is in the sea;
Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thine unbounded grace.

2 "Tis but in part I know thy will;
I bless thee for the sight;-
When will thy love the rest reveal,
In glory's clearer light?

3 With rapture I shall then survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

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Jehovah the Shepherd of his People.

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;

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My shepherd's with me there.

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Exhortation to adore and praise Jehovah.
COME-sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

2 Come-worship at his throne,
Come-bow before the Lord;
We are his work, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.

3 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come-like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

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Trust in God and Deliverance.

I WAITED meekly for the Lord,
He bowed to hear my cry:
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.

2 Firm on a rock-he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In new and thankful song.

3 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,
The saints with joy shall hear,
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

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Praise to the great Jehovah.

BE thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens, where angels dwel)

Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
2 My heart is fixed-my song shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name;

Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue-the glory of my frame.
3 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

4 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell.

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Creation and Providence.

LORD, when my raptured thought surveys
Creation's beauties o'er,

All nature joins to teach thy praise,
And bid my soul adore.

2 Where'er I turn my gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.

3 On me thy providence has shone
With gentle, smiling rays;

O let my lips and life make known
Thy goodness and thy praise.

4 All-bounteous Lord, thy grace impart;
O teach me to improve

Thy gifts with ever-grateful heart;
And crown them with thy love.

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Divine Interposition acknowledged.

BLEST be the Lord, who heard my prayer,
The Lord-my shield-my song;
Who saved my soul from sin and fear,
And tuned with praise my tongue.
2 When in the hour of deep distress,
Of foes and death afraid,
My spirit trusted in his grace,
And sought, and found his aid.
3 O blest Redeemer-glorious Lord!
Thy shield-thy strength shall be
The shield-the saving strength of all,
Who love, and trust in thee. -

4 Remember, Lord, thy chosen seed;
Oh save from guilt and wo:
Thy flocks in richest pastures feed,
Ånd guard from every foe,

5 Zion exalt-her cause defend;

With joy her courts surround:
Let showers of heavenly grace descend,
And saints thy praise resound.

FALL AND NATURAL CHARACTER

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Hope from the Gospel only.

GOD'S holy law, transgressed,

Speaks nothing but despair;

Burdened with guilt-with grief oppressed,
We find no comfort there,

2 Not all our groans and tears,

Nor works, which we have aone; Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, Can e'er for sin atone.

3 Relief alone is found

In Jesus' precious blood: "Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God.

4 High lifted on the cross,

The spotless victim dies:-
This is salvation's only source-
Hence all our hopes arise.

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Hope from the Gospel only.

AH, how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake!

The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake!

5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?

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