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OD 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,

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He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take:
The clouds ye so much dread
Are full of mercy, and will 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 flower.

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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THY way, O God, is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace,

Nor comprehend the mystery
Of Thine unbounded grace.

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2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence

My wondering thoughts confound.

3 As through a glass, I dimly see
The wonders of Thy love,
How little do I know of Thee,
Or of the joys above!

4 '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?

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

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THY ways, O Lord! with wise design,
Are framed upon Thy throne above,
And ev'ry dark and bending line
Meets in the centre of Thy love.

2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals Thine arrangements view;
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.
3 Thy flock, Thine own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uneyed,
Are led or driven only where

They best and safest may abide.

4 They neither know nor trace the way: But while they trust Thy guardian eye,

Their feet shall ne'er to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.

5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn
To lay her reason at Thy throne;
Too weak Thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust Thee for my guide alone.

79.

C. M. ATHER, I know that all my life

Fs portion'd out by Thee;

The changes that will surely come
I do not fear to see:

I ask Thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing Thee.

2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
A heart at leisure from itself,
To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,

That seeks for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know:
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

4 Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe'er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts,
To keep and cultivate;

A work of lowly love to do

For Him on whom I wait.

5 I ask Thee for the daily strength,
To none that ask denied,

A mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side;
Content to fill a little space,
If Thou be glorified.

6 And if some things I do not ask,
Among my blessings be,

I'd have my spirit fill'd the more
With grateful love to Thee;

More careful, not to serve Thee much,
But please Thee perfectly.

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YOD is the refuge of His saints,

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invade,

Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world:
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore
Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

4 'Midst storms and tempests, Lord, Thy word Does every rising fear control;

Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And well sustain the fainting soul.

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OW are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!

Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,

They pass unhurt through burning climes, And breathe in tainted air.

3 Though by the dreadful tempest toss'd
High on the broken wave,

They know Thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to Thy will;

The sea, that roars at Thy command,
At Thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

6 My life, while Thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And oh! may death, when death shall come, Unite my soul to Thee.

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IVE to the winds thy fears;

Gr Hope, and be undismay'd:

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God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
And shall lift up thy head.

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