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4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Resolve to scourge us here below,
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;
Lord the Lamb.
HYMN 128 Security of God's servants. 1 HOW 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 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore:
And humbly hope for more.
Thy sacrifice shall be ;
Shall join our souls to thee.
HYMN 129. “ 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.
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,
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear,
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
4 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise ;
The joy and labour of their tongue,
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;
In wonder, love, and praise.
And all my wants redress’d,
And hung upon the breast.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
From whence those comforts flow'd,
When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
Reviy'd my soul with grace.
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise ;
To utter all thy praise.
COME, thou fount of every blessing,
Tuné my heart to sing thy grace;
Call for songs of loudest praise:
Sung by flaming tongues above;
soul with sacred pleasure,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
Safely to arrive at home:
Wandering from the fold of God;
Interpos’d his precious blood.
0, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain’d to be!
Bind my wandering heart to thee:
Prone to leave the God I love;
my heart; O take and seal it,
HYMN 133. “What shall I render unto the Lord for all
his benefits ???
Which daily I receive
Redeemer's hands, 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;
So wretched and so poor,
And ask him still for more. 5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
That I should owe him most.