Providence equitable and kind. Psa. cvii, ▼HRO' all the various shifting scenes Of life's mistaken good or ill : Thy hand, O God, conducts unseen Our changes by thy sov'reign will.
2 Thou givest with paternal care, How'er unjustly we complain, To each his necessary share Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.
3 Trust we to youth, or friends, or pow'r, Fix we on this terrestrial ball, When most secure, the coming hour, If thou see fit, may blast them all.
4 When lowest sunk with grief and shame, Fill'd with affliction's bitter cup, Lost to relations, friends, and fame, Thy powerful hand can raise us up. 5 Thy gracious consolations cheer; Thy smiles suppress the deep fetch'd sigh; Thy hand can dry the trickling tear That secret wets th' afflicted eye.
6 All things on earth, and all in heav'n On thy eternal will depend; And all for greater good were giv'n, And all shall in thy glory end.
7 This be my care; to all beside Indifferent let my wishes be; Passion be calm; and dumb be pride, And fix'd, O God, my soul on thee,
The Mysteries of Providence; or, light shining
out of darkness
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 sov'reign 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 his grace; Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding ev'ry hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow'r. 6. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
Mysteries to be explained hereafter. John xiii. 7.
providence thy ways,
☑ Are hid from mortal sight;
Wrapt in impenetrable shades,
Or cloth'd with dazzling light.
2 The wond'rous methods of thy grace Evade the human eye;
The nearer we attempt t' approach, The farther off they fly.
3 But in the world of bliss above, Where thou dost ever reign, These myst'ries shall be all unveil'd, And not a doubt remain.
4 The Sun of Righteousness shall there His brightest beams display, And not a hov'ring cloud obscure That never ending day.
Exhortation to trust in Providence.
IVE to the winds thy fears, Hope and be undismay'd,
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears; He shall lift up thy head.
2 Thro' waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears the way; Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
3 Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, And every care be gone.
4 What tho' thou rulest not!
Yet heaven and earth and hell, Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well.
5 Leave to his sov'reign sway To choose and to command; So thou shalt, wond'ring, own his way, How wise, how strong his hand!
6 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully he the work hath wrought, That caus'd thy needless fear. 7 Thou se'est our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee; O lift thou up the sinking heart, Confirm the feeble knee.
8 Let us in life, in death, Thy stedfast truth declare; And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care.
HYMN 26. С. М.
Divine Knowledge from Creation.
THE book of nature open lies, With much instruction stor'd;
But till the Lord anoints our eyes, We cannot read a word.
2 The knowledge of the saints excels The wisdom of the schools;
To them his secrets God reveals, Tho' men account them fools.
3 To them the sun and stars on high, The flow'rs that paint the field, And all the artless birds that fly, Divine instruction yield.
4 The creatures on their senses press, As witnesses to prove
Their Saviour's pow'r and faithfulness, His providence and love.
5 Thus may we study nature's book, To make us wise indeed!
And pity those who only look At what they cannot read.
HYMN 27. С. М.
The Fall of Man. Genesis, chap. iii.
N man, in his own image made, How much did God bestow!
The whole creation homage paid, And own'd him Lord below.
2 But Oh! by sin how quickly chang'd ! His peace and honor fled,
His heart from God and truth estrang'd, His conscience fill'd with dread.
3 Now from his Maker's voice he fled, Which was before his joy; And thought to hide his guilty head, From an all-seeing eye.
4 Compell'd to answer to his name, With stubbornness and pride, He cast on God himself the blame, Nor once for mercy cry'd.
5 But grace, unask'd, his heart subdu'd; And all his guilt forgave;
By faith the promis'd seed he view'd, And felt its power to save.
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