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349. The Blessing of God on the Business and
Comforts of Life. (L. M.) 1 JF God succeed not, all the cost
| And pains to build the house are lost; If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What though you rise before the sun,
And work, and toil, when day is done,
To shun that poverty you dread:
He can make rich, yet give us rest:
If God our Sov'reign make them so. 4 Happy the man, to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends!
50. The Providence of God. Gen. xxi. 14. (C. M.) I D'ATHER of love! from age to age,
T The wonders of thy grace;
In cheerful songs, to praise.
Raise the dependant eye;
Their various wants supply.
To man's apostate race,
Both man's and angel's praise.
4 Jesus, in whom all fullness dwells,
Through endless years the same;
The glories of his name.
His faithfulness attest;
That humble souls are blest.
351. The Mercies of God reviewed. Psalm ciii. 1
(C. M.) 1 W HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys ;
In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Oh! how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
And all my wants redress'd ;
And hung upon the breast. 4 To all my weak complaints, and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear;
To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul,
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran;
And led me up to man.
7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way;
8 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand, with worldly bliss,
Has made my cup run o'er ; í And, in a kind and faithful friend,
Has doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts,
My daily thanks employ ;
That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
2 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more; My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise ;
To utter all thy praise !
352. Providence mysterious. (C.M.) 1 MOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
And rides upon the storm.
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sov'reign will.
The clouds ye so much dread,
In blessings on your head.
But trust him for his grace;
He hides a smiling face.
Unfolding every hour;
But sweet will be the flower.
And scan his work in vain;
And he will make it plain.
d every where present to support and bless
his Servants. (C. M.)
Their help, omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breathe in tainted air.
Makes ev'ry region please;
And smooths the boisť'rous seas.
High on the broken wave;
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will;
At thy command are still.
Thy mercy sets me free;
My heart takes hold on Thee.
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.