Hymn.

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.

Hymn.

Providence of God.

1. WHEN all Thy mercies, 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 bestow'd,
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.

1 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 sinking 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 GOD Thou art!
Thee may I feel; for GOD is love!

THY

Hymn.

Providence of God.

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 may abide.

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4 They neither know nor trace the 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.

Hymn.

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!

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Mysteriousness 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.