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Lo! in the hollow of Thy hand
The measured waters sink and rise ! 2 Thee to perfection who can tell !
Earth, and her sons beneath Thee lie,
And less than nothing in Thine eye. 3 Yet, in Thy Son, divinely great, ni chama
We claim Thy providential care ;
Since He is ours, and we are His;
We walk upon our subject seas.
Lords are we of the lands and floods ;
And we are Christ's, and Christ is God's!
L.M. C. WESLEY. 1740.
In a Storm.
U Bids the tempestuous wind arise,
Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies ! 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas Thine awful will perform :
And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
Or shake the soul, when God is nigh. 4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep,
And back to highest heaven are borne, Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep,
And all the watery world upturn. ,
5 Roar on, ye waves ! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
The calm in a believer's breast.
Thou sea, the servant of His will : Rise, while our God permits Thee, rise,
But fall when He shall say, Be still !
PRIVATE WORSHIP. 1004 (354 C.M.
O. WESLEY. 1741.
To ask Thy pardoning grace.
The busy world exclude ;
And groan to be renewed.
I solemnly retire;
And grant my heart's desire.
The Spirit of love and power ;
To live and sin no more.
And know my sins forgiven ;
As angels do in heaven.
And grant what I require :
And answer me by Fire.
7 Kindle the flame of love within,
Which may to heaven ascend;
Which shall in glory end. 1005 (357)
From strife and tumult far;
His most successful war.
With prayer and praise agree,
For those who follow thee.
And grace her mean abode,
She communes with her God !
Her solitary lays ;
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Sweet Source of light Divine;
My Saviour ! Thou art mine!
A boundless, endless store,
When time shall be no more. 1006
LYTE. 1834. DEDEEM'D from guilt, redeem'd from fears,
N My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love Divine,
What, to repay such gifts as Thine ? 2 What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from Thy hands new blessings seek ?
A heart to feel Thy mercies more,
A soul to know Thee, and adore ?
And yield Thee up myself, my all!
And live and die to Thee alone!
Expand, and raise, and fill my heart :
Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee. 1007 C.M. 6 lines. WARING. 1850.
TATHER, I know that all my life
I do not fear to see ;
Intent on pleasing Thee.
Through constant watching wise,
And wipe the weeping eyes ;
To soothe and sympathize.
That hurries to and fro,
Or secret thing to know ;
And guided where I go.
In whatsoe'er estate,
To keep and cultivate ;
For Him on whom I wait.
To none that ask denied,
A mind to blend with outward life,
While keeping at Thy side :
If Thou be glorified.
Which call for patient care;
A constant need for prayer :
Are happy everywhere.
There are no bonds for me ;
That makes Thy children free :
Is one of liberty. 1008
(1855.) I CANNOT always trace the way
Where Thou, Almighty One, dost move, But I can always, always say
That God is Love.
O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,
For God is Love.
I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove, In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is Love.
Bid every gloomy thought remove,
C.M. C. Wesler. 1740.
Preaching the Gospel.
Thy gospel to proclaim,