4 To thee we look, thou Power Supreme
O still our wants supply!

Safe in thy presence may we live,
And in thy favor die.

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1 FATHER of lights! we sing thy name,
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display.

2 Fountain of good! from thee proceed
The copious drops of genial rain,

Which o'er the hill and through the mead
Revive the grass and swell the grain.

3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread;
Yet millions of our guilty race,

Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace.

4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy liberal hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.

5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God! enjoyed in all.

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God's Mercies of Creation and Redemption. Ps. 136.

1 GIVE thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord;

The sovereign King of kings;
And be his grace adored.

His power and grace

Are still the same;

And let his name
Have endless praise.

2 How mighty is his hand!
What wonders hath he done!
He formed the earth and seas,
And spread the heavens alone.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

3 He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,
From darkness, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.

His power and grace

Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

4 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

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God's Mercies of Creation and Redemption. Ps. 136. 1 GIVE to our God immortal praise ! Mercy and truth are all his ways: wr.., El Wonders of grace to God belong, 927,742, J, Butt Repeat his mercies in your song.

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2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,

The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:

His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more.

5 He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave;
Wonders of grace to God belong,

Repeat his mercies in your song.

6 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat;

His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

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God our Refuge. Ps. 27.

1 Soon as I heard my Father say,
"Ye children, seek my grace,"
My heart replied without delay,
"I'll seek my Father's face."

2 Should friends and kindred, near and dear
Leave me to want or die,

My God will make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

3 My fainting flesh had died with grief,
Had not my soul believed

To see thy grace provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceived.

4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up:

He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

143.

C. M.

62.

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Mysteries of Providence.

1 God moves in a mysterious way, 1967. His wonders to perform:

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He plants his footsteps in the sea,297,73-
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.

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3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take:
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and will 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 every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain :
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

144.

L. M.

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1 GOD of my life, whose gracious power
Through varied deaths my soul hath led
Or turned aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head!

2 In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see:
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to thee.

3 Whither, O! whither should I fly,
But to my loving Father's breast,
Secure within thine arms to lie,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest?

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