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4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Resolve to scourge us here below,
HYMN 127. C.M. Resignation to the appointments of Providence. 1 SINCE all the downward tracks of time
God's watchful eye surveys,
And regulate our ways ?
Nor less when he denies;
Are blessings in disguise.
Be every wish resign'd.
My God, inscribe my name;
HYMN 128. c. M.
Security of God's servants.
How sure is their defence !
Their help, Omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore:
And humbly hope for more.
Thy sacrifice shall be:
HYMN 129. 1. M. “ Thou crownest the year with thy goodness." 1 ETERNAL source of every joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
With morning light and evening shade. 4 Here in thy house shall incense rise,
As circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
revolve no more.
The divine perfections celebrated.
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear,
New works of duty done for thee.
Thy bounty flows an endless stream ;
But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds ?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
HYMN 131. c. M.
Grateful review of divine mercies.
My rising soul surveys;
In wonder, love, and praise.
And all my wants redress’d,
And hung upon the breast.
Thy tender care bestow'd,
infant heart conceiv'd
soul with grace.
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
The glorious theme renew.
A joyful song I'll raise ;
HYMN 132. 8. .
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ;
Call for songs of loudest praise :
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Hither by thy help I'm come;
Safely to arrive at home :
Wandering from the fold of God;
Interposed his precious blood.
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Bind my wandering heart to thee;
Prone to leave the God I love;
O take and seal it,
HYMN 133. c.m. What shall I render unto the Lord for all his benefits.' 1 FOR mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
My soul, what canst thou give ? 2 Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My all is nothing worth.
For all he has bestow'd;
And ask him still for more. 5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
HYMN 134. L. M.
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise ,
And cheer the silent hours of night.
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,