My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 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 thro' the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around.

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Hymn 194. C. M.

OD 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 every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain. ·

Hymn 195.

L. M.

AWAY, my unbelieving fear!

Fear shall in me no more have place: My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-trees droop and die, The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet will I triumph in the Lord; The God of my salvation praise

3 Barren although my soul remain,
And not one bud of grace appear,
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin is here:
Although my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he died for me.

In hope believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim,
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jesu's name :

To me he soon shall bring it nigh,
My soul shall then outstrip the wind;
Un wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.

Hymn 196. C. M.

1 STILL for thy loving-kindness, Lord, in thy temple wait,

I look to find thee in thy word,
Or at thy table meet.

2 Here in thine own appointed ways
I wait to learn thy will:

Silent I stand before thy face,

And hear thee

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say, Be still!"

3"Be still, and know that I am God!"
"Tis all I live to know!

To feel the virtue of thy blood,
And spread its praise below!

4 I wait my vigour to renew,

Thine image to retrieve:

The veil of outward things pass through,
And gasp in thee to live.

5 I work, and own the labour vain,
Till I from self shall cease:
I strive, and see my fruitless pain,
Till God create my peace.

6 Fruitless, till thoy thyself impart;
Must all my efforts prove;
They cannot change a sinful heart,
They cannot purchase love.
7 I do the things thy laws enjoin,
And then the strife give o'er;
To thee I then the whole resign,
And trust in means no more.

8 I trust in him who stands between
The Father's wrath and me;
Jesus, thou great eternal Mean,
I look for all from thee.

Hymn 197. L. M.

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EACE, troubled soul, thou need'st not
Thy great Provider still is near: [fear!
Who fed thee last will feed thee still,
Be calm, and sink into his will.

2 The Lord who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim,
"Ask, and receive in Jesu's name."
3 His stores are open all, and free
To such as truly upright be;

Water and bread he'll give for food, With all things else which he sees good. 4 Your sacred hairs, which are so sinall, By God himself are number'd all; This truth he's publish'd all abroad, That men may learn to trust the Lord. 5 The ravens daily he doth feed,

And sends them food as they have need; Although they nothing have in store, Yet as they lack he gives them more. 6 Then do not seek with anxious care, What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear, Your heavenly Father will you feed, He knows that all these things you need. 7 Without reserve give Christ your heart; Let him his righteousness impart; Then all things else he'll freely give; With him you all things shall receive. 8 Thus shall the soul be truly blest, That seeks in God his only rest; May I that happy person be, In time and in eternity.

Hymn

198. P. M.

COME on, my partners in distress,

My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel:

Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,

To that celestial hill.

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode :