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89. C. M. Dr. Watts. The Providence of God in successive Seasons.

Psalm Ixv. Second Part.
VIS by thy strength the mountains stand,'

God of eternal pow'r!
The sea grows calın at thy command,

And tempests cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light and evening shade

Successive comforts bring;
Thy, plenteous fruits make harvest glad,

Thy flow'rs adoru the spring.
3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,

Heav'n, earth, and air, are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs,

The author is divine.
4 Those wand'ring cisterns of the sky,

Borne by the wind around,
With wat'ry treasures well supply

The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirsty ridges drink their till,

And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year!

90. L. M. Providence equitable and kind. Ps. cvji. THR

of life's mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, O God! conducts unseen

The beautiful vicissitude. & Thou givest with paternal care,

Howe'er unjustly we complain, And 'tis the necessary share

Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 3 Trust we to youth, or friends, or pow'r?

Fix we on this terrestrial ball ? Wnen most secnre the coming hour,

If thou seest bit, inay blast them all. When lowest yunk with grief and shame,

Fill'd with affliction's bitter cup, Lost to relations, friends, and jame, Thy powerful band can raise its up.


3 All things on earth, and all in heav'n,

On thy eternal will depend;
And all for greater good were giv'n,

And all shall in tliy glory end! 6 This be my care, to all beside

Inditf'rent let my wishes be, Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, And fix'd, O God! my soul on thee.

91. C. M. Cowper. The Mysteries of Providence. 1 OD moves in a mysterious way,

; He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mies

of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works has sov'reign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall 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 parposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

92. C. M. Mr. Beddome. Mysteries of Providence to be explained

hereafter. John, xiii. 7. GREAT God of Providence! thy ways

Are hid from mortal sight; Wrapt in impenetrahle shades!

Or cloth'd with carling light.

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2 The wondrous methods of thy grace

Evade the human eye;
The nearer we attempt t'approach,

The farther off they fly.
3 But in the world of bliss above,

Where thou dost ever reign,
These mystries shall be all unveild,

And not a doubt remain.
4 The Sun of Righteousness shall there

His brightest beams display,
And not a hovering cloud obscure
That never-ending day!

93. C. M. Mr. Addison.
Providence amidst Dangers.
OW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord,

How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt,

And breathe in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne,

High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
4 The story is laid, the winds retire,

Obedient to thy will:
The sea that roars at thy command,

At thy command is still.
5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,

Tby goodness we'll adore,
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more. 6 Our life, while thou preservist that life,

Thy sacrifice shall be: And death, when death shall be onr lot,

Shall join our souls to thee.

04. c. M. Dr. Watts. Deliverance and Protection. Ps. xxxiv. 1 I'LL. 'LL bless the Lord from day to day;

How good are all his ways! Ye humble souls that us'd to pray,

Come, help my lips to praise. 2 Sing to the honour of his name,

How a poor sufferer cry'd,
Nor was his hope expos'd to shame,

Nor was his suit deny'd.
S (O sinners, come and taste his love,

Come, learn his pleasant ways,
And let your own experience prove

The gweetness of his grace.
A He bids his angels pitch their tents

Round where his children dwell;
What ills their heav'nly care prevents

No earthly tongue can tell.
5 [O love the Lord, ye saints of his!

His eye regards the just !
How richly bless'd their portion is

Who make the Lord their trust!
6 Young lions, pinch'd with hunger, roar,

And famish in the wood:
Bat God supplies his holy poor
With ev'ry needful good.]

95. P. M. Mr. Addison. Confidence in Divine Providence. Ps. xxiii. 1 THE feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye, My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountain pant';
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wand’ring steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

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3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord! art with me stíll;
Thy friendly hand shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way;
Through devions lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile:
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd
And streams shall murmur all around.

96. S. M. Mr. Scott. Worldly Anxiety reproved; or, Confidence

in Providence. 1

My breath of life and air, With fears of distant ills, and vex

My heart with fruitless care! 2 Can thought and toil increase

My days' appointed sum?
Why waste I then my time, my peace,

To board for years to come? 3 These covetous lesires,

These restless cares I leave
To them whose hope at death expires,

And who in chance believe. 4 Will he whose bounty gave

My life, its food deny?
Who form'd my nature apt to crave,

Its cravings not supply?
5 Behold the flowers that grow

That for the furnace stand; With what rich dyes their garments glow

Without the lab'rig hand! 6 The tribes that wing the sky,

That neither sow nor reap, Send up to God their daily cry,

Who gives them food and sleep. 7 Then let to-morrow's cares

Until to-morrow stay;
The trouble which the day prepares,
Suffices for today,

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