He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread

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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.

In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace:

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1 God is love: his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens :
God is wisdom, God is love.

2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never:
God is wisdom, God is love.

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the mist his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.

4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:

God is wisdom, God is love.
John Bowring

Isaac Watts

2 Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul he leadeth,

Thy rod and staff my comfort still, Thy cross before to guide me.

With food celestial feedeth.

3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, But yet in love he sought me, And on his shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me. 4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill With thee, dear Lord, beside me;

BALERMA C. M.

Thy unction grace bestoweth ;
And oh, what transport of delight
From thy pure chalice floweth !
6 And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never:
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise
Within thy house forever.

H. W. Baker
Arr. by Robert Simpson

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