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God Incomprehensible. 1 Grrat God, in vain man's narrow view
Attempts to look thy nature through: Our laboring powers with reverence own
Thy glories never can be known. 2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,
Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find,
Or fully trace thy boundless mind. 3 And yet thy kindness deigns to show
Enough for mortal minds to know; While wisdom, goodness, power divine, Through all thy works and conduct shine.
4 Oh may our souls with rapture trace
Thy works of nature and of grace, Explore thy sacred truth, and still Press on to know and do thy will !
1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me
through: Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
The Just lind.
HYMNS OF THE SPIRIT
3 Within thy circling power I stand; | 153.
On every side I find thy band :
1 The Lord is just; this is his throne: I am surrounded still with God.
The world his righteousness shall own;
Yea, all the world with awe shall see 4 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast, He reigns and rules in equity.
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
2 His perfect law the world surrounds, Consent to sin, for God is there!
And sets to every wrong its bounds;
Makes sure the triumph of the right. 152.
3 Ye troubled spirits, seek his face,
And rest upon his righteousness;
Let sacred courage fill your hearts,
The strength the righteous God imparta 2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
4 Let none who suffer wrong despair; As mountains their foundations keep:
The God of justice bears their prayer: Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Let none dare break his statutes pure; Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
God's justice, though it wait, is sure.
3 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
5 Just is our God, for ever just;
Upon this rock I fix my trust :
METHODIST COL. 12 Thou didst form me by thy power; | THEY who seek the throne of grace, Thou wilt guide me, hour by hour: Find that throne in every place:
All my times shall ever be If we live a life of prayer,
Ordered by thy wise decree, – God is present everywhere.
3 Times of sickness, times of health; 2 In our sickness, in our health;
Times of penury and wealth; In our want, or in our wealth,
Times of trial and of grief; If we look to God in prayer,
Times of triumph and relief; God is present everywhere.
4 Times temptation's power to prove; 8 When our earthly comforts fail,
Times to taste a Saviour's love: When the woes of life prevail,
All is fixed, the means and end, "Tis the time for earnest prayer:
As shall please my heavenly Friend. God is present everywhere. ( Then, my soul, in every strait,
God our Teacher. METU. OUL To thy Father, come and wait;
1 LORD, that I may learn of thee, He will answer every prayer:
Give me true simplicity; God is present everywhere.
Wean my soul, and keep it low,
Willing thee alone to know. 155. Our Times in the Hand of God RYLAND | SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
2 Let me cast my reeds aside, Ever gracious, ever wise,
All that feeds my knowing pride ; All my times are in thy hand,
Not to man, but God, submit, All events at thy command.
Lay my reasonings at thy feet;
8 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled,
Docile, helpless as a child;
God our Shepherd. Ps. 23. MERRIOK 1 Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine !
Want shall never more be mine:
158. All from God. Morning or Evening. 1 Father, thy paternal care
Has my guardian been, my guide; Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied : Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by, Every hope thy offspring is,
Beaming from futurity 2 Every sun of splendid ray;
Every moon that shines serene; Every morn that welcomes day; Every evening's twilight scene; Every hour which wisdom brings ; Every incense at thy shrine, These, and all life's holiest things, And its fairest, — all are thine.
9 When I faint with summer's heat,
Ile shall lead my weary feet
3 lle my soul anew shall frame;
And, his mercy to proclaim,
3 And, for all, my hymns shall rise
Daily to thy gracious throne:
1 Constant, to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend; And shalt bid thy hallowed dome Yield me an eternal home.
God's Power over his Works.
H. K. Waith | 2 The whole in every part proclaims 1 The Lord our God is full of might,
Thy infinite good-will: The winds obey his will;
It shines in stars, and flows in streams, IIe speaks, and in his heavenly height
And bursts from every hill. The rolling sun stands still. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land,
3 We view it o'er the spreading main, With threatening aspect, roar:
And heavens which spread more wide The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
It drops in gentle showers of rain, And chains you to the shore.
And rolls in every tide.
8 Howl, winds of night, your force combine: 4 Long hath it been diffused abroad, Without his high behest,.
Through ages past and gone; Ye shall not in the mountain pine
Nor ever can exhausted be, Disturb the sparrow's nest.
But still keeps flowing on. 4 Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod;
5 Through the whole earth it pours supplies, And bid the choral song ascend,
Spreads joy through every part: To celebrate our God.
Oh may such love attract my eyes,
And captivate my heart;
My best affections move;
And fill my heart with love!