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Or whether sickness, pain, or health;

My future lot shall be ;
Or whether poverty or wealth-

Is all unknown to me.
One thing I know, that needful 'tis

To watch with careful eye ;
Since ev'ry season spent amiss

Is register'd on high.
Too well I know what precious hours

My wayward passions waste ;
And, Oh! I feel my mortal pow'i's

To dust and darkness håste.
Earth rolls her rapid seasons round,

To meet her final fire;
But virtue is with glory crown'd,

Though suns and stars expire.
What awful thought! what truth sublime

What useful lesson this!
Oh ! let me well improve my time!

Oh tet me die in peace.


THOUGH troubles assail,

And dangers afīright,Though friends should all fail;

And foes all unite ;

Yet one thing secures us,

Whatever betide,
The scripture assures us,

The Lord will provide.

The birds without barn

Or store-bouse are fed, From them let us learn, To trust for our bread

; To his saints what is fitting

Shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written,

The Lord will provide.

We may, like the ships,

By tempest be tost On perilous deeps,

But cannot be lost : Though Satan enrages

The wind and the tide, The promise engages

The Lord will provide.

His call we obey,

Like Abr’ham, of old, Not knowing our way,

But faith makes us bold; For though we are strangers,

We have a good guide, And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide.


When Satan appears

To stop up our path, And bll us with fears,

We triumph by faith; He eannot take from us,

Though oft he kas tried, This beart-cheering promise,

The Lord will provide.

He tells us we're weak,

Our hope is in vain, Tbe good that we seek

We ne'er shall obtain; But when such suggestions

Our spirits have tried, This answers all questions,

The Lord will provide.

No strength of our own,

Or goodness we claim; Yet since we have known,

The Saviour's great name, In this our strong tower,

For safety we hide, The Lord is our power,

The Lord will proride.

When fed is our youth,

And death is in sight The word of his truth

Shall still be our light;

Though tempests may lover,

With Christ on our side,
E'en in death's darkest hour,

Our God will provide.


He that holds fast the golden mean,
And lives contentedly between

The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that baunt the rich man's door,

Imbitt'ring all bis state.

The tallest pines feel most the pow'r
Of wintry blast; the loftiest tow'r

Comes heaviest to the ground.
The bolts that span the mountain's side,
His cloud-capt eminence divide ;

And spread the ruin round.


By whom was David taught

To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliah fought,

And laid the Gittite low ?
No sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.

'Twas Israel's God and King

Wbo sent him to the fight
Who gave him strength to sling,

And skill to aim aright.
Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.

Who order'd Gideon forth,

To storm th' invader's camp,
With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp?
The trumpet made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown.

Oh! I have seen the day,

When with a single word,
God helping me to say,

My trust is in the Lord,
My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.

But unbelief, self. will,

Self-righteousness and pride, How often do they steal

My weapon from my side ? Yet David's Lord and Gideon's friend, Will help his servants to tic end.

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