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3 All that being e'er shall know,
On, still on, through farthest years,
Bright before thee now appears.
Every change its purpose meets,
Every woe its glory greets.
Calmly in this thought we 'll rest, -
C. M. 578. MERRICK.
“He knoweth what ye have need of.” 1 Author of good, we rest on thee;
Thine ever-watchful eye Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply. 2 In thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide; O let thy power be our defence,
Thy love our footsteps guide! 3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
And grasp the specious ill, — 4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The ill, though asked, deny.
The Benefit of Affliction.
1 O God, to thee my sinking soul
In deep distress doth fly;
And all my wants supply. 2 How oft, when dark misfortune's band
Around their victim stood,
Hath changed to real good!
3 The tempest that obscured the sky
Hath set my bosom free
And turned my thoughts to thee.
4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn
To feel for others' woe, And humbly seek, with deep concern,
My own defects to know.
5 Then rage, ye storms; ye billows, roar;
My heart defies your shock;
To God, my sheltering Rock.
Deliverances celebrated. Psalm 116.
1 Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done; Praise him for his unnumbered gifts,
And praise him for his Son.
2 How oft hath his indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
When I in danger cried!
3 When on the bed of pain I lay,
With sickness sore oppressed, How oft hath he assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest!
4 Back from destruction's yawning pit
At his command I came;
And raised its feeble flame.
5 My broken spirit he hath cheered,
When torn with inward grief; And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Hath brought me swift relief.
6 Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs ; Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heavenly songs.
8, 7, & 4s. M. 581. OLIVER.
God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength. i Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
Bread of heaven,
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Songs of praises
Living to God.
So shall I run and never tire;
Nor sin can come, if thou art here. 2 From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable thou hast me viewed ;
And close me in on every side.
In weakness be thy love my power;
Deliverance celebrated, and good Resolutions formed.
1 GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace;
2 By thee heaven's shining arch was spread;
By thee were earth's foundations laid;
3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death ;
4 These lives are sacred to the Lord;
Kindled by him, by him restored ;
5 So, when by him our souls are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
Trust in God's Word.
1 When sin and sorrow, fear and pain,
My trembling heart dismay,
It sinks and dies away.