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5 We cannot want while God provides ;
What he allots is best; And heaven, whate'er we want besides,
Will give eternal rest.
399. L. M.
Trust and Resignation implored.
Calm resignation to implore;
Each needful cross thou shalt ordain; Nor think our trials too severe,
Nor dare thy justice to arraign.
To erring mortals may appear,
For all our keenest sufferings here. 4 Thy needful help, O God! afford,
Nor let us sink in deep despair;
And find our sweetest comforts there. $ There faith unveils a brighter scene,
Where all life's painful conflicts cease, Where no dark clouds shall intervene,
Nor sorrows e'er disturb our peace.
400. L. M.
Supplication to the Searcher of Hearts. 1 0 HEAR us, Lord! to thee we call,
And prostrate at thy footstool fall :
2 Searcher of hearts, our thoughts review!
With kind severity pursue,
Nor leave one stain of guilt behind.
Regard us from thy lofty throne;
401. L. M. Six Line.
Creation, Providence and Grace. Psa. xix. 1 THY glory, Lord, the heavens declare,
The firmament displays thy skill ;
Tempest and calm thy word fulfil:
And night to night thy knowledge teach. 2 Though voice nor sound inform the ear,
Well-known the language of their song,
Led by the silent moon along;
Thy beauty beams on every eye.
Comes like a bridegroom from his bower, And, like a giant, glad to run
His bright career with speed and power; Thy flaming messenger, to dart
Life through the depths of Nature's heart. 4 While these transporting visions shine
Along the path of Providence,
Thy word reveals, transcending sense ;
402. L. M. Six Line.
Imploring divine mercy. Psa. CXXX. 1 OUT of the depth of sad distress,
The gloomy mazes of despair,
Deign, O our God! to hear our prayer: O let thine ear indulge our grief,
For thine indulgence is relief.
Our faults and as severely chide;
Could such a scrutiny abide :
Bright theme of universal praise !
Before his throne our souls attend:
Our faith is fix’d, our hopes depend:
In contemplation to the skies. 4 Ye pious minds! on God rely :
With full assurance in him trust;
And raises sinners from the dust :
403. C. M.
A Communion Hymn.
Which we to thee have given ;
To raise our souls to heaven,
2 Still let us hold till life departs,
The precepts of thy Son,
Forget what he has done.
From all corruption free,
Our powers, our wills to Thee.
To smooth our passage through,
For us this scene renew.
404. L. M.
On the dangerous Sickness of a Minister. 1 0 THOU, before whose gracious throne
We bow our suppliant spirits down!
Nor turn aside thy people's prayer. 2 Avert thy desolating stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock;
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart. 3 But if our supplications fail,
And prayers and tears cannot prevail,
Around him may thine angels stand,
405. C. M. All Nature joining in the praise of God. 1 BEGIN the high, celestial strain,
My ravishd soul, and sing
To heaven's almighty King;
Your silver waves along, Whisper to all your verdant shores
The subject of my song.
The sacred sound retain;
Return it oft again.
To distant climes away; And round the wide-extended world
My lofty theme convey. 5 Long let it warble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky,
Improve the harmony.
The bless'd Creator sing,
To heaven's almighty King.