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 I through: ffide, Not fearing or doubting, with Chrift on our We hope to die fhouting, The Lord will provide. THE 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, 2 When in the fultry glebe I faint, 3 Though in the paths of death I tread, HYMN CXCIV. C. M. I OD moves in a mysterious way, He plants his footsteps in the fea, 2 Deep in unfathomable mines He treafures up his bright defigns, Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take, Are big with mercy, and fhall break 4 Judge not the Lord, by feeble sense, 5 His purposes will ripen fast, 6 Blind unbelief is fure to err, I A HYMN CXCV. L. M. WAY, my unbelieving fear! Fear fhall in me no more have place; 2 Although the vine its fruits deny; 3 Barren although my foul remain 4 In hope believing against hope, I My foul shall then out-ftrip the wind; On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and fin behind. ST HYMN CXCVI. C. M. TILL for thy loving-kindness Lord, I look to find thee in thy word, Or at thy table meet. 2 Here in thine own appointed ways "Be ftill, and know that I am God!" To feel the virtue of thy blood, And spread its praise below! 4 I wait my vigour to renew, The veil of outward things pass through, 5 I work, and own the labour vain, 6 Fruitlefs, till thou thyfelf impart, 7 I do the things thy laws enjoin, 8 I trust in him, who ftands between I P 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, 3 His ftores are open, all, and free |