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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.

Purposes of God developed by his 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 sovereign will.

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

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The Mysteries of Providence.

1. 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?

3 With rapture shall I then survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

Almighty Power and Majesty of God.

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He speaks-and in his heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.

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,
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.

mp 5 Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait his nod,

And bid the choral song ascend

To celebrate our God.

FALL AND NATURAL CHARACTER OF MAN.

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Hope from the Gospel only.

1 GOD'S holy law, transgressed,
Speaks nothing but despair;

Burdened with guilt-with grief oppressed,
We find no comfort there.

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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.

S. M. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury.

1 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,

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That hangs upon our eyes

Chorus.

Till Christ, with his reviving light,
Over our souls arise!

Solo or Semi-chorus.

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of Heaven ;

Chorus.

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

Solo or Semi-chorus.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways:

Chorus.

His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.

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.

Minor.

1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day!

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,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
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.

Major.

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1 HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin-how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

pl 2 But hark! a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word-
'Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.'

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3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord;
Oh help my unbelief.

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:

Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Saviour, and my all.

1 GREAT King of glory and of grace!
We e 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.

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Who his own Spirit sends,

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To bring rebellious strangers nigh,
And turn his foes to friends.

1 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;