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2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown,

Hang on his firm decree;
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be.
3 His providence unfolds his book,

And makes his counsels shine;
Each opening leaf-and every stroke,

Fulfils some deep design.
4 My God, I would not long to see

My fate, with curious eyes-
What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes may rise.
5 In thy fair book of life and grace,

Oh may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place,
Beneath my Lord—the Lamb.

C. M. Medford. Litchfield.
Purposes of God developed by his Providence
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 sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

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

With 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 rjpen 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.

C. M.

Ormond. Medford. 49

The Mysteries of Providence.
THY way, O Lord, is in the sea;

Thy paths I cannot trace,
Nor comprehend the mystery

of thine unbounded grace.
2 'Tis but in part I know thy will,

I bless thee for the sight ;-
When will thy love the rest reveal,

In glory's clearer light?
1 3 With rapture shall I then survey

Thy providence and grace ;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

C. M. 50

Channing. Patmon,
Almighty Power and Majesty of God.
THE Lord our God is clothed with might,

The windş obey his will;
He speaks--and in his heavenly height

The rolling sun stands stiil.
2 Rebel, ye waves-and o'er the land

With threatening aspect roar!
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,

And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine!

Without his high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
PP

Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,

In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,

And sweeps the howling skies.
imp 5 Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;

Ye monarchs, wait his nod, ff And hid the choral song ascend

To celebrate our God.

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FALL AND NATURAL CHARACTER OF

MAN.

8. M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury. 51

Hope from the Gospel only.
GOD'S holy law, transgressed,

Speaks nothing but despair ;

Burdened with guilt-with grief oppressed,

We find no comfort there.
2 Not all our groans and tears,

Nor works, which we have done ;
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,

Can e'er for sin atone.
3 Relief alone is found

In Jesus' precious blood :
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,

And reconciles to God.
4 High lifted on the cross,

The spotless victim dies :-
This is salvation's only source-

Hence all our hopes arise. 52

S. M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury.
AH, how shall fallen man

Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults

A just excuse devise ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God !

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake!
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake!
5 Ah, how shall guilty man.

Contend with such a God?
None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

S. M. St. Thomas. Calmar. 53

Christ a Light in Darkness.

Solo or Semi-chorus. P HOW heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes

Choris. f Till Christ, with his reviving light,

Over our souls arise !

Solo or Semi-chorus. р 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heaven;

Chorus. f But in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven.

Solo or Semi-chorus.
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3 Unholy and impure
Are all our thoughts and ways:

Chorus.
f His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.

Solo or Semi-chorus.
4 The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;

Chorus.
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

Chorus.
mp 5 Lord, we adore thy ways,

To bring us near to God;
Thy sovereign power-thy healing grace,

And thine atoning blood. 54 C. M. Marlow. Howard's.

Minor.
PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,

We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,

Or spark of glimmering day!
P 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief:
He saw-and-oh, amazing love

He ran to our relief,
3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste he fled,

Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
P And dwelt among the dead.
fil 4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills

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Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues

The Saviour's praises speak.
5 Angels! assist our mighty joys,

Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,

His love can ne'er be told.

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C. M. Grafton. Lkchfield.
P HOW sad our state by nature is !

Our sin-how deep it stains !
And Satan holds our captive minds

Fast in his slavish chains.
pii 2 But hark! a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred wordmf "Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,

And trust upon the Lord.
3 My soul obeys the gracious call,

And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord; mp Oh help iny unbelief. р 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

On thy kind arms I fall : mf Be thou my strength and righteousness,

My Saviour, and my all. 56

C. M.

Barby. Spencer.
GREAT King of glory and of grace!

We own, with humble shame,
How vile is our degenerate race,

And our first father's name.
2 We live estranged, afar from God,

And love the distance well;
With haste we run the dangerous road,

That leads to death and hell.
3 And can such rebels be restored !

Such natures made divine !
Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,

And feel this power of thine.
mf 4 We raise our Father's name on high,

Who his own Spirit sends,
To bring rebellious strangers nigh,

And turn his foes to friends.

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L. M.

Uxbridge.
ALL-GLORIOUS God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise'
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heaven stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fallen-oh how low !
Just on the brink of endless wo;

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