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Wisdom of God in Creation. 1 ETERNAL Wisdom, Thee we praise,

Thee the creation sings : With Thy lov'd Name, rocks, hills, and seas,

And Heav'n's high palace rings.
2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky!

How glorious to behold!
Ting'd with a blue of heav'nly dye,

And starr'd with sparkling gold. 3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terror and delight. 4 Infinite strength and equal skilf

Shine through the worlds abroad; Our souls with vast amazement fill;

And speak the builder, GOD! 5 But still the wonders of Thy grace

Our softer passions move; Pity divine in JESU's face

We see, adore, and love.

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Providence of God.
1. WHEN all Thy mereies, O my GOD,

My rising soul surveys,
Why, my cold heart, art thou not lost

In wonder, love, and praise?

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2 Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,
While in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
3 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd

To form themselves in pray’r.
4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestowd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.

5 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps I

ran, Thy arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man. 6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they. 7 Through ev'ry period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The pleasing theme renew.

8 Through all eternity, to Thee

A grateful song I'll raise; But O! eternity's too short

To utter all Thy praise.

Hymn.

Providence of God.
God of my life, whose gracious pow'r

Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turn'd aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sivking head; 2 In all my ways Thy hand I own,

Thy ruling providence I see: Assist me still my course to run,

And still direct my paths to Thee. 3 O give me, SAVIOUR, give me more!

Thy mercies to my soul reveal! Alas! I see their endless store;

But, O, I cannot, cannot feel. 4 Come then, my Hope, my Life, my LORD,

And fix in me Thy lasting home! Be mindful of Thy gracious Word !

Thou, with Thy promis'd FATHER, come. 5 Prepare, and then possess my heart;

O take me, seize me from above: Thee may I love ; for. Gon Thou art !

Thee may. I feel; for God is love!

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Providence of God.
THY

ways, O LORD! with wise design,
Are fram'd upon Thy throne above,
And every dark and bending line
Meets in the centre of Thy love.

2 With feeble light, and half obscure,

Poor mortals Thy arrangements view; : Not knowing that the least are sure,

And the mysterious, just and true. 3 Thy flock, Thy own peculiar care,

Though now they seem to roam uney'd,
Are led or driven only where
They best and safest

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abide.
4 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. 5 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.

Wymu.

Reflections on Providence.
1 GOD of my life, through all my days

My grateful pow'rs shall sound Thy praise;
The song shall wake with op'ning light,

And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest,

And grief would tear my: throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praise I'll raise on high,

And check the murmur, and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all the pow'rs of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But O! when that last conflict's o'er,

And I am chain'd to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!

Hymn.
Mysteriousness

ress of Providence.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sov’reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the LORD by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace ;
Behind a frowning Providence

He hides a smiling face.. 5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding ev'ry hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain :
God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.

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