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HYMN 227. 10s. & 118. [163]

start THOUGH troubles assail, and dangers af- DY

fright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all

unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us, the Lord will pro

vide. 2 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith; He cannot take from us (tho' oft he has tried) The heart-cheering promise, the Lord will pro

vide. 3 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain, The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain : But when such suggestions our graces have

tried, This answers all questions, The Lord will pro

vide. 4 No strength of our own, nor goodness we Our trust is all thrown on Jesus' name; In this, our strong tower, for safety we hide; The Lord is our power, the Lord will pro

vide. 5 When life sinks apace and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us through; Not fearing or doubting with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.

u HYMN 228. L. P. M. (164) THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care;

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His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain panty
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

HYMN 229, C. M. [165].
GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

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 shall break

In blessings on your head.

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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.

HYMN 230. L. M. [166] AWAY, my unbelieving fear!

Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear,

He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go,

And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no:

I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny,

Although the olive yield no oil, The with’ring fig-tree droop and die,

The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford,

And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord,

The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain,

And not one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain,

But sin and only sin is here: Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see;

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Yet will I in my Saviour trust,

And glory that he died for me. 4 In hope believing against hope,

Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim,
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up,

Salvation is in Jesus' name.
To me he soon shall bring it nigh,

My soul shall then outstrip the wind 3
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.

HYMN 231. L. M.
PEACE, troubled soul, thou need’st not fear!
Thy great Provider still is near:
Who fed thee last, will feed thee still.;
Be calm, and sink into his will.
2 The Lord who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim,
"Ask and receive in Jesus' name."
3 His stores are open all, and free
To such as truly upright be;
Water and bread he'll give for food,
With all things else which he sees good,
4 Your sacred hairs which are so small,
By God himself are number'd all;
This truth he's publish'd all abroad,
That men may learn to trust the Lord.

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SECOND PART.

HYMN 232.- L. M.
THE ravens daily he doth feed,
And sends them food as they have need;
Although they nothing have in store,
Yet as they lack he gives them more.

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My longing heart implores thy grace:

O make me in thy likeness shine! 2 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails,

With lamb-like patience arm my breast ; When grief my wounded soul assails,

In lowly meekness may I rest. 3 Close by thy side still may I keep,

Howe'er life's various current flow; With steadfast eye mark every step,

And follow thee where'er thou go. 4 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight hast won;

Alone thou hast the wine-press trod; In me thy strengthening grace be shown, O may I conquer through thy blood !

HYMN 236. L. M. ETERNAL Beam of Light divine,

Fountain of unexhausted love; In whom the Father's glories shine,

Through earth beneath and heaven above, 2 Jesus, the weary wanderers' rest,

Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast,

With spotless love, and lowly fear. 3 Thankful I take the cup from thee,

Prepared and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be,

Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!

So shall each murmuring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly,

As clouds before the mid-day sun. 5 Speak to my warring, passions, “ Peace;"

Say to my trembling heart, "Be still;" Thy power my strength and fortress is,

For all things serve thy sovereign will.

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