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4 See how through the boundless sky
Fresh and free the birds do fly;
Fire and wind and storm are still
Servants of His royal Will.

5 See the water's ceaseless flow,
Ever circling to and fro:
From the sources to the sea,
Still it rolls in praise to Thee.

6 Lord, great wonders workest Thou!
To Thy sway all creatures bow:
Write Thou deeply in my heart
What I am, and what Thou art 1

From Miss Winkworth. 1858.
Tr. Joachim Neander. 1677.

8 C. M. Thou wast, O God, and Thou wast blest Before the world begun; Of Thine Eternity possest Before time's glass did run. Thou needest none Thy praise to sing, As if Thy joy could fade: Could'st Thou have needed anything, Thou couldst have nothing made.

Great and good God, it pleased Thee Thy Godhead to declare; And what Thy goodness did decree, Thy greatness did prepare: Thou spak'st, and heaven and earth appeared, And answered to Thy call; As if their Maker's voice they heard, Which is the creature's all. 3 To whom, Lord, should I sing, but Thee, The Maker of my tongue? Lo! other lords would seize on me, But I to Thee belong.

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As waters haste unto their sea, And earth unto its earth, So let my soul return to Thee, From whom it had its birth. 4 But ah! I’m fallen on the night, And cannot come to Thee : Yet speak the word, “Let there be light;" It shall enlighten me. And let Thy Word, most mighty Lord, Thy fallen creature raise; 0 make me o'er again, and I Shall sing my Maker's praise. John Mason. 1683.

PROVIDENCE. 79 C. M. 1 GoD 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, 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 big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for #. grace; Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour. The bud may have a bitter taste, 62. But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His works in vain.
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
William Cowper. 1779.

SO C. M.
1 THY way, O God, is in the sea;
Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of Thy unbounded grace.

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 rapture shall I then survey
Thy Providence and Grace,
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.
John Fawcett. 1782.

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2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,

Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in His own right way,
For His most holy Name.

4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear:

Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.

5 The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days;

Nor from Thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak Thy praise. Watts. 1719

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1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.

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4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Joseph Addison. 1728. S3 PSALM 34. C. M.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

3 0, magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His Name !
When in distress on Him I called,
He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.

5 0, make but trial of His Love:
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.
6 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
He'll make your wants His care.
(Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady. 1696. a.

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