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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.


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.



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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 :
What harm can ever reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye? 3 Whate'er thy will ordains,

O, give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a Father reigns,

And trust a Father's care. 4 Thy ways are little known

To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

A. STEELE. 187 1 Thy way is in the sea ;

Thy paths we cannot trace ;
Nor solve, O Lord, the mystery

Of thy unbounded grace. 2 Here the dark veils of sense

Our captive souls surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence

Our wondering thoughts confound. 3 As through a glass we see

The wonders of thy love ;
How little do we know of thee,

Or of the joys above !

4 In part we know thy will,

And bless thee for the sight:
Soon will thy love the rest reveal

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;
Most wonderful thy works we own,

Thy ways unsearchable.

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1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy praise ;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise ;
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above ;
Praise the mount - I'm fixed upon it!

Mount of thy redeeming love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God ;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood. 3 O, to grace how great a debtor,

Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to thee ;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it -

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,
Let thy Spirit touch and tender

Every heart as now we sing.
Heaven above cannot contain thee;

At thy presence earth would fee;
And though every sin doth pain thee,

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!
Living only to thy glory,

From all selfish motives free,
So shall I proclaim the story
Of the One who died for me.

F. E. BELDEN. 193 1 Mighty God! while angels bless thee,

May a mortal lisp thy name?
Lord of men, as well as angels !

Thou art every creature's theme.
Lord of every land and nation !

Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation,

Be thy just and awful praise.
2 For thy rich, thy free redemption,

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,
Came to ransom guilty captives !-

Flow, my praise, forever flow :
Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ;
Thence return and reign forever ;---

Be the kingdom all thine own!

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