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He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work—the cause conceals ; But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne.
In heaven, and earth, and air,
Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
THE LORD OUR GUIDE.
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land, I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand. Open, Lord, the sacred fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through. When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside; Death and Satan's mighty victor,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
THE GREITNESS AND COXDESCENSION OF 80.
LIMORTAL King! through earth's wide frame,
When wrapt in thought with wakeful eye,
The silent moon, with waxing horn,
Lord, what is man, that in thy care,
Subjected to his feet by thee,
The fowls of various sing, that ily
Imninortal King through earth's wide frame How great thy honor, praise, and namus, Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends, Whose glory heav'ns vast height transcends,
THE LORD OUR DEFENCE
llow are thy servant blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
'I'heir help Omnipotence.
Supported by thy care,
And breath'd in frunted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd erery toil,
Made every region please;
And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.
How with allrighteri eyes,
in all its horrors rise. Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart When waves on waves, and guiphs on sylphe,
D'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet, then, from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free;
My soul took hold on thee.
For though in dreadful whirls we hung,
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
Obedient to thy will;
At thy command was still.
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And humbly hope for more.
Thy sacrifice shall be;
Shall join my soul to thee.
OUR ETERNAL HOME.
Oh God our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home;
Under the shadow of thy throne,
Thy saints lave dweli secure ;
And our defence is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame;
To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Before the rising sun.
The busy tribes of fiesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
And lost in following years.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away ;
Dies at the op'ning day.
O God, our belp in ages past,
Our hope for years to conie ;
And our eternal liome.