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(6, 7, 8, 9, 10.) THY justice, like the hills, remains ;
Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are; Thy providence the world
sustains ; The whole creation is Thy care. Since of Thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to Thy protection trust! Such guests shall to Thy courts be led,
To banquet on Thy love's repast;
Of joys that shall for ever last.
Thy presence is eternal day:
To upright hearts Thy truth display.
XXXVII. (II.) VEX not thy soul for men of pride :
Though long their earthly bliss abide, Let not thine
rise. As grass
in summer's fresh array, As flow'rs that fade ere close of day,
Man's glory blooms and dies.
Cast on the Lord thy load of care :
His succour shall sustain.
Thy faith as noon-day plain.
The Lord is still the good man's guide ;
; Gives, though he fall, new strength to rise ; His arm, that every need supplies,
Is still the good man's stay.