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4 See how through the boundless sky
5 See the water's ceaseless flow,
6 Lord, great wonders workest Thou!
From Miss Winkworth. 1858.
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.
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,
SO C. M.
2 Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
3. As through a glass, I dimly see
4 'Tis but in part I know Thy will:
5 With rapture shall I then survey
2 He leads me to the place
Where living waters gently pass,
3 If e'er I go astray,
And guides me in His own right way,
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
Nor from Thy house will I remove,
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
Joseph Addison. 1728. S3 PSALM 34. C. M.
1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
2 Of His deliverance I will boast,
3 0, magnify the Lord with me,
4 The hosts of God encamp around
5 0, make but trial of His Love: