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3 Whate'er we do, where'er we turn,
4 To thee we look, thou Power supreme!
Safe in thy presence may we live,
1 PRAISE to the Sovereign of the sky,
Looks down on all that humble lie,
2 The haughty sinner he disdains,
Though gems his temples crown;
3 On his afflicted, pious poor
He makes his face to shine;
4 Among the meanest of thy flock
5 Poor and afflicted though we are,
Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity.
1 THE Lord-how tender is his love!
2 He showers the manna from above,
3 He bids distress forget to groan,
4 His power directs the rushing wind,
5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot
6 O, grant that still, with grateful heart,
The Benefit of Affliction.
1 O GOD, to thee my sinking soul
PARADISE ST. COL.
2 How oft, when black misfortune's band
The seeming ill, at thy command,
3 The tempest that obscured the sky,
4 Affliction's blast hath made me learn
5 Then rage, ye storms! ye billows, roar! My heart defies your shock;
Ye make me cling to God the more
Alone our real wants can see,
Acquiescence in the divine Will.
1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee; Thine ever-watchful eye
2 In thine all-gracious providence
3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply;
The good unasked, O Father, grant;
Trust and Submission.
1 MY God, I thank thee; may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.
2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom That darkens o'er his little day.
3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know; But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow.
4 Thy various messengers employ;
1 O LORD, my best desire fulfil,
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
3 No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;
A poor, blind creature of a day,
5 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
1 WITH God my Friend, the radiant sun
Each object smiles; all nature charms;
I chase my cares away.