4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.
HYMN 10. Second Part. C. M.
The mysteries of Providence.
GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds, ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense;
But trust 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 sweet will be the flow'r.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
HYMN 10. Third Part. P. M. 10. 11.
The Lord will provide.
HO' troubles assail,
And dangers affright;
Tho' friends should all fail,
And foes all unite :
Yet one thing secures us,
Whatever betide;
The scriptures assure us,
The Lord will provide.
2 The birds without barn
Or store-house, are fed;
From them let us learn
To trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting
Shall ne'er be deni'd;
So long as 'tis written,
The Lord will provide.
3 We may, like the ships,
By tempests be tost
On perilous deeps,
But cannot be lost:
Tho' Satan enrages
The wind and the tide,
The promise engages,
The Lord will provide.
4 His call we obey,
Like Abra'm of old,
Not knowing our way,
But faith makes us bold;
For tho' we be strangers,
We have a good guide,
And trust in all dangers,
The Lord will provide.
5 When Satan appears
To stop up our path,
And fill us with fears,
We triumph by faith:
He cannot take from us,
Tho' oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise,
The Lord will provide.
6 He tells us we're weak,
Our hope is in vain ;
The good, that we seek
We ne'er shall obtain ;
But when such suggestions
Our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions,
The Lord will provide.
7 No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim,
Yet since we have known
The Saviour's great name;
In this our strong tow'r
For safety we hide :
The Lord is our pow'r,
The Lord will provide.
8 When life sinks apace,
And death is in view,
This word of his grace
Shall comfort us through:
No fearing or doubting,
With Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting,
The Lord will provide.
HYMN 10. Fourth Part. C. M.
The blessings of Providence.
LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,
Kind Guardian of my days,
Thy mercies let my heart record,
In songs of grateful praise.
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame
Was thy indulgent care;
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant prayer.
3 Around my path what dangers rose !
What snares spread all my road!
No pow'r could guard me from my foes
But my Preserver, God.
4 How many blessings round me shone,
Where'er I turn'd mine eye!
How many past, almost unknown,
Or unregarded, by !
5 Each rolling year new favours brought From thy exhaustless store;
But ah! in vain my lab'ring thought
Would count thy mercies o'er:
6 While sweet reflection, thro' my days
Thy bounteous hand would trace;
Still dearer blessings claim my praise,
The blessings of thy grace.
7 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord,
For favours more divine;
That I have known thy sacred word,
Where all thy glories shine.
8 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,
And ev'ry weakness dies,
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.
9 Then shall my joyful pow'rs unite In more exalted lays;
And join the happy sons of light
In everlasting praise.
HYMN 10. Fifth Part. C. M.
T shall be well, let sinners know,
I With those, who love the Lord;
His saints have always found it so,
When resting on his word.
2 Peace, then, ye chasten'd sons of God, Why let your sorrows swell?
Wisdom directs your Father's rod-
His word says, it is well.
3 Tho' you may trials sharp endure,
From sin, or death, or hell;
Your heav'nly Father's love is sure,
And therefore, it is well.
4 Soon will your sorrows all be o'er, And you shall sweetly tell,
On Canaan's calm and pleasant shore,
That all at last is well.
UBMISSIVE to thy will, my God,
I all to thee resign;
And bow before thy chast'ning rod-
I mourn, but not repine.
2 Why should my foolish heart complain,
When wisdom, truth, and love,
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain,
And point to joys above?
3 How short are all my suff'rings here,
How needful ev'ry cross;
Away, my unbelieving fear,
Nor call my gain, my loss.
4 Then give, dear Lord, or take away,
I'll bless thy sacred name;
My Jesus, yesterday, to-day,
HYMN 11. First Part. C. M.
Glorying in Christ.
"'M not asham'd to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause;
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my God! I know his name ;
His name is all my trust:
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm, as his throne, his promise stands, And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face;
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
HYMN 11. Second Part. C. M.
The name of Jesus.
OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never failing treas'ry fill'd'
With boundless stores of grace.
4 JESUS! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End;
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.
6 Till then, I would thy love proclaim
With ev'ry fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
HYMN 11. Third Part. L. M.
Jesus the gift of God.
1 JESUS my love, my chief delight,
For thee long, for thee I pray;
Amid the shadows of the night,
Amid the bus'ness of the day.
2 When shall I see thy smiling face,
Which I thro' faith, have often seen?
Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness,
Dispel the clouds that intervene.
3 Thou art the glorious gift of God,
To sinners weary and distrest;
The first of all his gifts bestow'd,
And certain pledge of all the rest.
4 Now I can say this gift is mine,
I'll tread the world beneath my feet;
No more at pain or want repine,
Nor envy the rich sinner's state.
5 This precious jewel let me keep,
And lodge it deep within my heart;
At home, abroad, awake, asleep,
It never shall from thence depart.
HYMN 11. Fourth Part. L. M.
Jesus the only Saviour.
ESUS, the spring of joys divine,
Jesus! no other name, but thine,
Can save us from eternal woe.
2 In vain would boasting reason find
The way to happiness and God;
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