19 104th The Lord will provide. NEWTON 1 THO O'troubles assail, and dangers affright, Tho friends should all fail, and foes all unite, 2 The birds without barı, or storehouse are fed, From them let us learn, to trust for our bread : 3 His call we obey, like Abra'am of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold 4 No strength of our own, or goodness we claim, Yet since we have known, the Saviour's great name The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide. 5 When Satan appears to stop up our path, Ard fill us with fears, we triumph by faith; This heart cheering promise, the Lord will provide. 6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, This word of his grace shall comfort us through 20 7's. Providential guidance. KELLY, WHEN we cannot see our way, Let us trust, and still obey ; 1 2 Tho' the sea be deep and wide, Tho' a passage seems denied, 3 Tho' it seems the gloom of night, Tho' we see no ray of light, 4 Night, with him is never night, Where he is there all is light; 5 Be it our's then, while we're here, Where he calls us, there to go, 21 C. M. Mercies in succession. STENNETT. 1 Ha OW various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord ! Each night thy truth recal. 2 Thy goodness, like the sun, Dawn'd on our early days, To form our lips to praise. 3 But pleasures more refin’d, Awaited that blest day, And chas'd our sins away. 4 And yet we hail a day Still brighter far than this, When death shall bear our souls away, To realms of light and bliss. 5 Tbere rapt'rous scenes of joy Shall burst upon our sight; Be drown'd in endless light. 22 L. M. Israel's God. KELLY. 1 TO Israel's God let praise be giv’n, The living God, the God of heav'n; He reigns, let all his people sing ; He reigns, our Saviour and our King. 2 Our God, what sweetness in the sound ! Our God, let thankful songs abound, We trust in him, and we are his. In dread magnificence alone, His frown is death, and heav'n bis smile. 4 Redeem'd by blood, and heirs by grace, We hope to see our Father's face, The prospect of that glorious day. 5 A day that human thought transcends, A glorious day that never ends ; Praise to God in prosperity. BARBAULD. PART 1. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ; 2 For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield; 3 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain; 4 All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; 5 These, to thee O GOD, we owe ; Source whence all our blessings flow! |