5 What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,

While still he owns his ancient name?
The same his power, his love the same.

6 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,

And boldly through the desert tread,
For God will guard where God shall lead.

L. M.

140.

The Bounties of Providence.

DODDRIDGE.

1 FATHER of lights, we sing thy name,
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display.

2 Fountain of good, from thee proceed
The copious drops of genial rain,

Which through the hills and through the meads Revive the grass, and swell the grain.

3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread; Yet millions of our guilty race,

Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace.

4 Not so may our forgetful hearts

O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But, what thy liberal hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.

5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, our God, enjoyed in all.

1 LET the whole race of creatures lie
Abased before their God;

Whate'er his sovereign voice has formed
He governs with a nod.

2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,

All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.

3 There's not a sparrow or a worm,
But 's found in his decrees;
He raises monarchs to their throne,
And sinks them as he please.

4 If light attend the course I run,
"T is he provides those rays;
And 't is his hand that hides my sun,
If darkness cloud my days.

5 Yet I would not be much concerned,
Nor vainly long to see

The volumes of his deep decrees,
What months are writ for me.

6 When he reveals the book of life, O, may I read my name

Amongst the chosen of his love,

The followers of the Lamb!

C. M.

142.

J. SCOTT.

Divine Providence and the Folly of Self-dependence,

1 GOD reigns! events in order flow,
Man's industry to guide;
But in a different channel go,
To humble human pride.

2 The swift not always in the race
Shall win the crowning prize;
Not always wealth and honor grace
The labors of the wise.

3 Fond mortals do themselves beguile,
When on themselves they rest;
Blind is their wisdom, vain their toil,
By thee, O Lord, unblest.

4 'T is ours the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain;
"T is thine to give the sun and air,
And send the genial rain.

5 Evil and good before thee stand,
Their mission to perform;

The sun shines bright at thy command,
Thy hand directs the storm.

6 In all our ways, we humbly own
Thy providential power;

Intrusting to thy care alone
The lot of every hour.

The Mystery and Benignity 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 vast designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and will 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.

L. M.

144.

LIV. OLD COL.

Our Portion in Life appointed by God.

1 THROUGH all the various shifting scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good,
Thy hand, O God, conducts, unseen,
The beautiful vicissitude.

2 Thou givest with paternal care,
Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To all their necessary share

Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.

3 All things on earth, and all in heaven, On thy eternal will depend; And all for greater good were given, Would man pursue the appointed end. to all beside

4 Be this my care,

Indifferent let my wishes be;

Passion be calm, subdued be pride,

And fixed my soul, great God! on thee.

L. M.

145.

Giving Thanks in all Things.

BROWNE.

1 GOD of our lives! our thanks to thee
Should, like thy gifts, continual be;
In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor intermission knows.

2 From thee our comforts all arise,

Our numerous wants thy hand supplies ; Nor can we ever, Lord, be

poor,

Who live on thine exhaustless store.