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Tho' Satan enrages the wind and the tide, Yet fcripture engages, The Lord will provide.

His call we obey, like Abrah'm of old : We know not the way, but faith makes us bold; [guide, For tho' we are ftrangers, we have a fure And truft in all dangers, The Lord will provide.

5 When Satan appears, to ftop up our path And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith: He cannot take from us (tho' oft he has try'd) The heart-cheering promife, The Lord will provide.

6 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain, The good that we feek, we ne'er shall obtain: But when fuch fuggeftions our graces have try'd, [provide. This answers all queftions, The Lord will

7 No ftrength of our own, nor goodness we claim,

Our truft is all thrown on Jefus's name;

In this our strong tower, for fafety we hide; The Lord is our power, The Lord will provide.

8 When life finks apace, and death is in view, The word of his grace fhall comfort us

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HE Lord my pafture hall prepare, And feed me with a fhepherd's care: His prefence fhall my wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful eye;

My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2 When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring fteps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landskip flow:

3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart, fhall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And ftreams fhall murmur all around.

HYMN CXCIV. C. M.

I OD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the fea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing kill,

He treafures up his bright defigns,
And works his fov'reign will.

Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye fo much dread,

Are big with mercy, and fhall break
In bleffings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord, by feeble sense,
But truft him for his grace:
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But fweet will be the flow'r.

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

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HYMN CXCV. L. M.

WAY, my unbelieving fear!

Fear fhall in me no more have place;
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face:
But fhall I therefore let him go,
And bafely to the tempter yield?
No, in the ftrength of Jefus, no,
I never will give up my fhield.

2 Although the vine its fruits deny;
Although the olive yield no oil;
The with'ring fig-trees droop and die;
The fields elude the tiller's toil;
The empty ftall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my falvation praise.

3 Barren although my foul remain
And no one bud of grace appear;
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But fin, and only fin is here:
Although my gifts and comforts loft,
My blooming hopes cut off I fee;
Yet will in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me.

4 In hope believing against hope,
Jefus, my Lord, my God, I claim,
Jefus, my ftrength, fhall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jefu's name;
To me he foon fhall bring it nigh,

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My foul shall then out-ftrip the wind; On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and fin behind.

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HYMN CXCVI. C. M.

TILL for thy loving-kindness Lord,
I in thy temple wait;

I look to find thee in thy word,

Or at thy table meet.

2 Here in thine own appointed ways
I wait to learn thy will:
Silent I ftand before thy face,
And hear thee fay, "Be ftill !"

"Be ftill, and know that I am God!"
"Tis all I live to know!

To feel the virtue of thy blood,

And spread its praise below!

4 I wait my vigour to renew,
Thine image to retrieve;

The veil of outward things pass through,
And gasp in thee to live.

5 I work, and own the labour vain,
Till I from felf fhall cease:
I ftrive, and fee my fruitless pain,
Till God creates my peace.

6 Fruitlefs, till thou thyfelf impart,
Muft all my efforts prove;
They cannot change a finful heart,
They cannot purchase love.

7 I do the things thy laws enjoin,
And then the ftrife give o'er;
To thee I then the whole refign,
And truft in means no more.

8 I trust in him, who ftands between
The Father's wrath and me;
Jefus, thou great eternal Mean,
I look for all from thee!

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HYMN CXCVII. L. M.

EACE, troubled foul, thou need'st not Thy great Provider ftill is near; [fear; Who fed the laft, will feed thee still,

Be calm, and fink into his will.

2. The Lord who built the earth and sky,
In mercy ftoops to hear thy cry:
His promife all may freely claim,
"Afk, and receive in Jefu's name."

3 His ftores are open, all, and free
To fuch as truly upright he;

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