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!