IV.

They neither know, nor trace the way,
But trusting to thy piercing eye;
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.

V.

My favour'd soul shall meekly learn,
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.

HYMN X. L. M.
Providence equitable and kind.

the

I.

HRO' all the various shifting scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good;

Thy hand, O GOD, conducts unseen
The beautiful vicissitude.

II.

Thou givest with paternal care,
Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To each their necessary share
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.

III.

Trust we to youth, or friends, or power,
Fix we on this terrestrial ball?

When most secure, the coming hour,
If thou see fit, may blast them all.

IV.

When lowest sunk with grief and shame, Fill'd with affliction's bitter cup,

B

Lost to relations, friends and fame,
Thy powerful hand can raise us up.

V.

Thy powerful consolations cheer,
Thy smiles suppress the deep-fetch'd
sigh,

Thy hand can dry the trickling tear
That secret wets the widow's eye.

VI.

All things on earth, and all in heaven,
On thy eternal will depend;
And all for greater good were given,
And all shall in thy glory end.

VII.

This be my care; to all beside Indifferent let my wishes be; "Passion be calm; and dumb be pride, "And fix'd, O God, my soul on thee."

HYMN XI. C. M.

The Mysteries of Providence.

GOD

I.

OD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

III.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

IV.

Judge not the LORD, by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

VI.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
GOD is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

HYMN XII. C. M.
Indwelling Sin lamented.

WITH

I.

WITH tears of anguish I lament, Here at thy feet, my GoD, My passion, pride, and discontent, And vile ingratitude.

II.

Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,

So false as mine has been :

So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin!

III.

My reason tells me thy commands
Are holy, just, and true:

Tells me whate'er my GoD demands
Is his most righteous due.

IV.

Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words approve:
But still I find it hard t' obey,
And harder yet to love.

V.

How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

VI.

Break, sovereign grace, O break the charm,
And set the captive free:
Reveal, Almighty GoD, thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.

HE

HYMN XIII, L. M.

The Penitent pardoned.

I.

ENCE from my soul, my sins depart,
Your fatal friendship now I see;

Long have you dwelt too near my heart,
Hence to eternal distance flee.

II.

Ye gave my dying LORD his wound;
Yet I caress'd your vip'rous brood,
And in my heart-strings lapp'd you round,
You, the vile murderers of my GOD.

III.

Black heavy thoughts like mountains roll
O'er my poor breast, with boding fears,
And crushing hard my tortur'd soul,
Wring through my eyes the briny tears.

IV.

Forgive my treasons, Prince of grace!
The bloody Jews were traitors too,
Yet thou hast pray'd for that curs'd race,
Father, they know not what they do.

V.

Great Advocate! look down and see
A wretch, whose smarting sorrows bleed;
O plead the same excuse for me!
For, LORD, I knew not what I did.

VI.

Peace, my complaints: Let every groan Be still, and silence wait his love; Compassions dwell amidst his throne, And through his inmost bowels move.

VII.

Lo, from the everlasting skies,
Gently, as morning dews distil,
The dove immortal downward flies,
With peaceful olive in his bill.

VIII.

How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! Sweet the relief to deep distress!