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184 1 My Maker and my King!
1 How gentle God's commands ! To thee my all I owe;
How kind his precepts are ! Thy sovereign bounty is the spring “Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, Whence all my blessings flow.
And trust his constant care." 2 Thou ever good and kind !
2 While Providence supports, A thousand reasons move,
Let saints securely dwell ; A thousand obligations bind
That hand which bears all nature up, My heart to grateful love.
Shall guide his children well. 3 The creature of thy hand,
3 Why should this anxious load On thee alone I live ;
Press down your weary mind? My God, thy benefits demand
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, More praise than I can give.
And sweet refreshment find. 4 0, let thy grace inspire
4 His goodness stands approved, My soul with strength divine ;
Down to the present day; Let all my powers to thee aspire,
I 'll drop my burden at his feet, And all my days be thine.
And bear a song away.
P. DODDRIDGE. 183
185 1 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 1 Lord, I delight in thee, He gently clears thy way;
And on thy care depend; Wait thou his time, so shall this night To thee in every trouble flee, Soon end in joyous day.
My best, my only Friend. 2 Leave to his sovereign sway
2 Who made my heaven secure, To choose and to command :
Will here all good provide : So shalt thou, wondering, own his way, While Christ is rich, can I be poor? How wise, how strong his hand !
What can I want beside ? 3 Far, far above thy thought
3 I cast my care on thee! His counsel shall appear,
I triumph and adore : When fully he the work hath wrought Henceforth my great concern shall be That caused thy needless fear.
To love and please thee more.
1 My Father! – cheering name !
0, may I call thee mine? Give me the humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.
2 This can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly :
Beneath my Father's eye? 3 Whate'er thy will ordains,
O, give me strength to bear;
And trust a Father's care. 4 Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
A. STEELE. 187 1 Thy way is in the sea ;
Thy paths we cannot trace ;
Of thy unbounded grace. 2 Here the dark veils of sense
Our captive souls surround;
Our wondering thoughts confound. 3 As through a glass we see
The wonders of thy love ;
Or of the joys above !
4 In part we know thy will,
And bless thee for the sight:
In glory's clearer light. 5 With joy shall we survey
Thy providence and grace ; And spend an everlasting day In wonder, love, and praise.
J. FAWCETT. 188 1 Thou, the eternal Lord,
Art high above our thought; And worthy to be feared, adored,
By all thy hands have wrought. 2 None can with thee compare ;
Thy glory fills the sky; And all created beings are
As nothing in thine eye. 3 Of thine unbounded power
To thee the praise we give ; Omnipotently great, and more
Than heart can e'er conceive. 4 Whene'er thou wilt proceed,
Thy work can none withstand, Or frustrate thy determined deed,
Or stay th’ Almighty's hand. 5 Thou, Lord, art wise alone;
Thy counsel doth excel;
Thy ways unsearchable.
F. D. BARNES.
1. When dark clouds the stars obscure, And no light shines thro’the sky, Comes this
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in - to the blessed light, I will guide thee with mine eye.”
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1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy praise ;
Call for songs of loudest praise ;
Sung by flaming tongues above ;
Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
Safely to arrive at home.
Wandering from the fold of God ;
Interposed his precious blood. 3 O, to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Bind my wandering heart to thee ;
Prone to leave the God I love Here's my heart, O, take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above.
R. ROBINSON. 192 1 God of light and matchless splendor,
Feeble though the praise we bring,
Every heart as now we sing.
At thy presence earth would fee;
Still thy mercy spareth me!
2 Grateful praise my tongue shall offer,
'Neath thy smile or 'neath thy rod; Take the humble gift I proffer,
Heart and mind, and strength, O God!
From all selfish motives free,
F. E. BELDEN. 193 1 Mighty God! while angels bless thee,
May a mortal lisp thy name?
Thou art every creature's theme.
Ancient of eternal days!
Be thy just and awful praise.
Bright, though veiled in darkness long, Thought is poor, and poor expression ;
Who can sing that wondrous song ? Brightness of the Father's glory!
Shall thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue! such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die :3 From the highest throne of glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
Flow, my praise, forever flow :
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ;
Be the kingdom all thine own!