6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His works in vain. God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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.
THE Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied:
Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside?
He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in His own right way,
Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
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.
82 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. 2 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. 3 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.
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.
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.
1 How are Thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
2 From all my griefs and straits, O Lord! Thy mercy sets me free; Whilst in the confidence of prayer My heart takes hold on Thee.
3 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, Thy goodness I'll adore;
And praise Thee for Thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more.
4 My life, while Thou preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be;
And O, may death, when death shall come, Unite my soul to Thee!
1 My God, my only Help and Hope, My strong and sure Defence, For all my safety and my peace I bless Thy Providence.
2 The daily favors of my God I cannot sing at large: Yet let me make this holy boast, I am the Almighty's charge.
3 Lord, in the day Thou art about The paths wherein I tread; And in the night, when I lie down, Thou art about my bed.
4 Naked I came into the world, And nothing with me brought; And nothing have I here deserved, Yet have I lacked nought.
5 I do not bless my laboring hand, My laboring head, or chance;
Thy Providence, most gracious God, Is mine inheritance.
1 LORD, what is man, that child of pride, That boasts his high degree? If one poor moment he be left,
He sinks, and where is he?
2 In Thee I live, and move, and am; Thou deal'st me out my days; As Thou renew'st my being, Lord, Let me renew Thy praise.
3 From Thee I am, through Thee I am, And for Thee I must be; 'Twere better for me not to live, Than not to live to Thee.
4 My God, Thou art my glorious Sun, By whose bright beams I shine: As Thou, Lord, ever art with me, Let me be ever Thine.
5 Thou art my living Fountain, Lord, Whose streams on me do flow; Myself I render unto Thee.
To whom myself I owe.
6 As Thou, Lord, an immortal soul Hast breathed into me;
So let my soul be breathing forth Immortal thanks to Thee.
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