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C. M. STERLE.
supreme Good. I WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wing,
And wanders unconfined
Which entertain the mind : 2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest;
Too mean to make us blest.
Each flattering, specious wile; For what can yield a real joy,
But our Creator's smile.
Unworthy of the mind;
An equal bliss can find. 5 Great spring of all felicity,
To whom our wishes tend !
And in thy favour end ? 35. C. M. WATTS.
Rejoicing in the Works of God. 1 REJOICE, ye righteous ! in the Lord ;
This work belongs to you;
How holy, just, and true!
The heavenly arch was reared ; And all the beauteous hosts of light
At his command appeared.
To their appointed deep ;.
And their own station keep.
With awe before him stand:
And rests on his command.
6 His works of nature and of grace
Reveal his wondrous name;
Let heaven and earth proclaim. 36.
L. M. RIPPON'S COLL.
The honours of a faithful God :
How much above your highest praise ! 2 The words his sacred lips declare
Of his own mind the image bear;
Blest in his self-sufficiency.
A God of truth can never lie:
As break his oath, or word forget. 4 Let frighten'd rivers change their course,
Or backward hasten to their source;
And mountains like the chaff be whirl'd. 5 Let suns and stars forget to rise,
Or quit their stations in the skies;
Eternal truth shall ne'er decay.
To die for crimes which men had done; Blest pledge! he never will revoke A single promise he has spoke.
PROVIDENCE AND GOVERNMENT OF GOD. 37.
C. M. COWPER.
Mysterious Providence. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform :
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. 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.
But trust him for his grace:
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour:
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. 38.
C. M. BEDDOME. Providence and Grace unsearchable. I ALMIGHTY God, thy wondrous works
Of providence and grace,
And all our pride abase. 2 Stupendous heights ! amazing depths!
Creatures in vain explore;
'Tis faint, and quickly o'er. 3 Though all thy mysteries lie concealed
Beyond what we can see,
The knowledge, Lord, of thee. 39.
C. M. J. TAYLOR. Trust in God through all changes. 1 FATHER divine! before thy view,
All worlds, all creatures lie;
No action 'scape thine eye.
Our childhood was thy care;
And vigorous youth and feeble age
Thy kind protection share. 3 What'er we do, where'er we turn,
Thy ceaseless bounty flows; Oppressed with wo, when nature faints,
Thine arm is our repose.
O still our wants supply!
And in thy favour die. 40.
L. M. DODDRIDGE, Providential Bounties improved. 1 FATHER of lights ! we sing thy name,
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good ! from thee proceed
The copious drops of genial rain,
Revive the grass, and swell the grain. 3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread;
Yet millions of our guilty race,
Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace. 4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer. 5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
And thou, O God ! enjoyed in all. 41. L. M. WESLEY'S COL.
Through varied deaths our souls hath led,
Or lifted up our sinking head!
Thy ruling providence we see:
Assist us still our course to run,
And still direct our paths to thee.
But to our loving Father's breast,
And safe beneath thy wings to rest ? 4 We have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O God, our wisdom art;
But thou art greater than each heart. 5 Foolish and impotent and blind,
Lead us a way we have not known;
The heaven of loving thee alone. 42.
L. M. BROWNE.
Dependence on Providence.
Thy wealth the needy world supplies :
We live secured from every harm. 2 To thee perpetual thanks we owe
For all our comforts here below;
And every rising want relieves.
In grateful hymns thy praises sing;
The rich, the sure, the faithful friend. 43. C. P. M. EXETER COL.
Providential Goodness God.
And peace, and calm content,
For all thy blessings lent.
To guard us and to guide;
Allare our souls aside.