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Water and bread he'll give for food,
With all things else which he fees good.
4 Your facred hairs which are so small,
By God himself, are number'd all;
This truth he's publish'd all abroad,
That men may learn to trust the Lord,
5 The ravens, daily, he doth feed,
And fends them food as they have need;
Although they nothing have in store,
Yet as they lack he gives them more.
6 Then do not feek with anxious care.
What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear;
Your heav'nly Father will you feed,
He knows that all these things you need.
7 Without referve give Chrift your heart;
Let him his righteoufnefs impart;
Then all things elfe he'll freely give;
With him you all things fhall receive.

8 Thus fhall the foul be truly bleft,
That feeks in God his only reft:
May I that happy perfon be,
In time and in eternity!

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HYMN CXCVIII.

OME on, my partners in diftrefs,

My comrades through the wilderness,

Who ftill your bodies feel;

A while forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To that celeftial hill,

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Look forward to that heav'nly place,

The faints' fecure abode :

On faith's ftrong eagle-pinions rife,
And force your paffage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.

3 Who fuffer with our Master here,
We shall before his face appear,
And by his fide fit down:
To patient faith the prize is fure:
And all that to the end endure
The cross, fhall wear the crown.

4 Thrice bleffed blifs, infpiring hope;
It lifts the fainting spirits up:
It brings to life the dead!
Our conflicts here fhall foon be past,
And you and I ascend at last
Triumphant with our Head.

5 That great myfterious Deity
We foon with open face shall fee;
The beatifit fight

Shall fill the heav'nly courts with praise,
And wide diffufe the golden blaze

Of everlasting light.

The Father fhining on his throne,
The glorious co-eternal Son,
The Spirit one and fev❜n,
Confpire our rapture to complete ;
And lo! we fall before his feet,
And filence heightens heav'n.

7 In hope of that ecftatic paufe, Jefus, we now fuftain the cross, And at thy footstool fall,

Till thou our hidden life reveal,
Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill,
And God is all in all.

HYMN CXCIX. C. M.

I ESUS, great Shepherd of the sheep,
To thee for help we fly:

Thy little flock in fafety keep,
For O the wolf is nigh!

2 He comes, of hellish malice full,
To fcatter, tear, and flay
He seizes ev'ry straggling foul,
As his own lawful prey.

3 Us into thy protection take,
And gather with thine arm;
Unless the fold we first forfake,
The wolf can never harm.

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4 We laugh to fcorn his cruel pow'r,
While by our Shepherd's fide;
The sheep he never can devour,
Unless he first divide.

3 O do not fuffer him to part

The fouls that here agree!
But make us of one mind and heart,
And keep us one in thee !

6 Together let us fweetly live,
Together let us die;

And each a ftarry crown receive,
And reign above the sky.

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HYMN CC.

Thine, wholly thine, I long to be; Thou feeft, at laft, I willing am, Where'er thou go'ft to follow thee; Myself in all things to deny :

Thine, wholly thine, to live and die.

2 Whate'er my finful flesh requires,
For thee I cheerfully forego;
My covetous and vain defires,

My hopes of happiness below,
My fenfes' and my paffions' food,
And all my thirst for creature good,

3 Pleasure, and wealth, and praise, no more,
Shall lead my captive foul aftray;
My vain purfuits I all give o'er,
Thee, only thee, refolv'd t' obey;
Myself in all things to refign,
And know no other will but thine.

4 All pow'r is thine in earth and heav'n;
All fulness dwells in thee alone;
Whate'er I have was freely giv'n;
Nothing but fin I call my own;
My only truft is in thy name;
Thou only art the great I AM.

5 Wherefore to thee I all refign;

Being thou art, and Love, and Pow'r; Thy only will be done, not mine!

Thee, Lord, let earth and heav'n adore!

Flow back the rivers to the fea,
And let our all be loft in thee!

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HYMN CCL

NAST on the fidelity

Of my redeeming Lord,

I hall his falvation fee
According to his word:
Credence to his word I give,
My Saviour in diftreffes paft,
Will not now his fervant leave,
But bring me through at last.

2 Better than my boding fears
To me thou oft haft prov'd;
Oft obferv'd my filent tears,
And challeng'd thy belov'd:
Mercy to my rescue flew,

And death ungrafp'd his fainting prey;
Pain before thy face withdrew,
And forrow fled away.

3 Now as yesterday the fame,
In all my troubles nigh,
Jefus, on thy word and name
I fteadfaftly rely:

Sure as now the grief I feel,

The promis'd joy I foon fhall have
And again to finners tell

Thy pow'r and will to fave.

4 To thy bleffed will refign'd,
And stay'd on that alone,
I thy perfect ftrength fhall find,
Thy faithful mercies own;
Compas'd round with fongs of praise,
My all to my Redeemer give;

Spread thy miracles of grace,
And for thy glory live.

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