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.
Fourth Part.
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,
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,
For ever is the same!
"'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.
The name of Jesus.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
It sooths 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.
Jesus the gift of God.
1 TESUS, my love, my chief delight,
For thee I 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.
ESUS, the spring of joys divine,
Whence all our hopes and comforts
Jesus, no other name, but thine,
Can save us from eternal woe.
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