99. L. M. His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 Tiick darkness round his throne he draws, His work performs, conceals the cause ; Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heav'n, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees That what he does is ever best. Prostrate before his awful seat; C. M. His wonders to perforın; And rices upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, And works his sovorcigr, will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread, In blessings on your head. But trust him for his grace : Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face. Unfolding ev'ry hour; But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind usbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; And he will make it plain. GOD'S OMNIPRESENCE. 101. L. M. Can there be one who sees my way? That turns the darkness into day. 2 When every eye around me sleeps, May I not sin without control? On every thought of every soul. 3 If I could find some cave unknown, Where human feet had nevor trod, On every side there would be God. 4 He smiles in heav'n, he frowns in helle Ho fills tho earth, the air, the sea ; I cannot from his anger fleo. 5 Yet I may flee; he shows me where ; To Jesus Christ he bids me fly; There's only mercy in his eye. 102. C. M. Strikes through the shades of right, All open to thy sight. Nor wicked word wo say, Against the judgment day. 3 And must the crimos that I have done, Be read and publish'd there? Be all expos’d before the sun, While men and angels hear? 4 Lord, at thy feet asham'd I lie, Upwards I dare not look ; Pardon my sins or else I die, O blot them from thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer selt, And answer for my guilt. 103. C. M. Forgotten and unknown? In heav'n thy glorious throne. To 'scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death And make the grave resign. 3 If o'er my sins I think to draw 'The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light. 4 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee: From which I cannot flee. THE IMPORTANCE OF RELIGION. C. M. , 104. Of mortals here below; Its sovereign virtue know ! Amidst our youthful bloom; 'Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. 30 may my heart, by grace renew'd, Be my Redeemer's throne; And bo my stubborn will subdu'd His government to own! 4 Lot deep repentance, faith, and love, Be join'd with godly fear; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 105. C. M. Happy the child whose youngest years Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner's path, and fears The road that leads to hell. |