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3 Whate'er we do, where'er we turn,
Thy ceaseless bounty flows ; Oppressed with wo, when nature faints,
Thine arm is our repose. 4 To thee we look, thou Power Supreme,
O still our wants supply !
And in thy favour die.
171. S. M.
Seeking God. Ps. Ixiii. 1 My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine :
To taste thy love divine.
No relish can afford :
To serve and please thee, Lord. 3 In wakeful hours of night
I call my God to mind;
And all thy dealings kind.
To thee my spirit flies;
My cheerful hope relies. 5 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps ;
And he supports my steps.
172. C. M.
His justice, how august !
There, anchors all her trust..
To feed the barren waste;
And famine waits the blast. 3 Crowns, realms, and worlds,-his wrath in
And shakes the learned head. 4 He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease :
And softly whispers peace.
Or tips the bolt with flame :
And warms in every beam.
The hours commissioned bring,
Or fairer clusters spring ;
My years resigned may run ; 'Tis thine to give or to resume,
And may thy will be done.
173. C. M. Submission under afflictive Providences. Job i. 21. 1 PEACE,—'t is the Lord Jehovah's hand
Which blasts our joys in death,
And gathers back the breath : 2 'Tis He, the Potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,
Nor from their purpose move.
And call our own in vain,
To be repaid again.
Or sinks them to the grave,
-blessed be his name, He takes but what he gave. 5 Peace then, our restless passions, peace,
Let each rebellious sigh
And every murmur die.
Its praises shall be spread ;
That strikes our comforts dead..
174. C. M.
Or future terrors rise,
From these dejected eyes :
2 Thy powerful word supports our hopes,
Rich cordial of the mind !
And bids us wait resigned.
Thy providence denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise :
From every murmur free :
And make us live to thee.
Our path of life attend ;
And crown our journey's end.
L. M. Trust in God in all Circumstances. 1 FATHER! I thank thee ; may no thougbt
E’er deem thy chastisements severe;
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom,
Thy sun shines bright, and man is gay ;
That darkens o'er his little day.
Is earth's pale wanderer doomed to know,
4 Thy various messengers employ ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
176. L. M.
“ God is Love." 1 WHEN darkness long has veiled my mind,
And smiling day once more appears ;
The folly of my doubts and fears. · 2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Or harbour one hard thought of thee. 30! let me then at length be taught,
What I am still so slow to learn
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat !
But when my faith is sharply tried,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
Subdues the disobedient will,
177. C. M. Submission to the divine Disposal. 1 0 LORD! my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.