Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. 4 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 through the dreadful shade. WESLEYAN.

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God a Refuge.

1 FATHER, Refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Father, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;

O, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none;

Helpless hangs my soul on thee;
Leave, O, leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O God, art all I want,

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Boundless love, through Christ, I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;

Reign, O Lord, within my heart;
Reign to all eternity.

God's Mercies of Creation and Redemption.

1 GIVE thanks to God most high,
The universal Lord;

The sovereign King of kings;
And be his grace adored.

His power and grace
Are still the same;

And let his name

Have endless praise.

2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders hath he done!
He formed the earth and seas,
And spread the heavens alone.
And ever sure

Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall still endure;

Abides thy word.

3 He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,

From darkness, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.

His power and grace And let his name

Are still the same;

Have endless praise.

4 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the Heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.

And ever sure

Abides thy word.

Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall still endure;

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DODDRIDGE.

God our All,

1 HOW firm the saint's foundation stands !
His hopes can ne'er remove,
Sustained by God's almighty hand,
And sheltered in his love.

2 God is the treasure of his soul,
A source of sacred joy,

Which no afflictions can control,
Nor death itself destroy.

3 Lord, may we feel thy cheering beams,
And taste thy saints' repose;

We will not mourn the perished streams,
While such a fountain flows.

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God's merciful Providence.

BOWRING.

1 O, LET my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait thy wise, thy holy will,
Wrapped yet in fears and mystery:

I cannot, Lord, thy purpose see; Yet all is well, since ruled by thee. 2 When, mounted on thy clouded car, 'Thou send'st thy darker spirits down, I can discern thy light afar,

Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown; And, should I faint a moment, then

I think of thee, and smile again.

3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on :

What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, brighter joys remain :

Why should my spirit, then, complain?

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God, as seen in Nature.

WATTS.

1 I SING th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.

4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

5 There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures that borrow life from thee
Are subject to thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

1 MY Father! cheering name!
O, may I call thee mine?

STEELE.

Give me the humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

2 This can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What real harm can reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy will denies,
I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise:
O, bend my will to thine!

4 Whate'er thy will ordains,

O give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a father reigns,
And trust a father's care.

5 Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.
6 My Father! - blissful name!
Above expression dear!

If thou accept my humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear.

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WATTS.

The Works of God recounted to Posterity.
1 LET children hear the mighty deeds,
Which God performed of old,

Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known,
His works of power and grace;
And we 'll convey his wonders down
Through every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,

That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands,

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That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.

The Divine Glories celebrated.

1 TO thee, O Lord, with humble fear,
The heavenly hosts their voices raise;
E'en mortals share thy bounties here;
Let mortals, too, attempt thy praise.
2 Of all things thou the parent art,

Of all things thou alone the end;
On thee still fix our wandering heart,
To thee let all our actions tend.

3 Thou, Lord, art light; thy native ray
No shade, no variation knows;
To our dark souls thy light display,
The glory of thy face disclose.

4 Thou, Lord, art love; the fountain thou,
Whence mercy unexhausted flows;
On barren hearts, O, shed it now,
And make the desert bear the rose.
5 So shall our every power to thee
In love and holy service rise;
Yea, body, soul, and spirit be
Thy ever-living sacrifice.

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MRS. GILMAN.

God our Father.

1 IS there a lone and dreary hour,

When worldly pleasures lose their power?
My Father! let me turn to thee,

And set each thought of darkness free.

2 Is there a time of rushing grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief?
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.
3 Is there an hour of peace and joy,

When hope is all my soul's employ?
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with thee, their home.