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{ GOD moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

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

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 purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding ev'ry hour ;

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.

* John, xiii. 7.



I 'TIS my happiness below
Not to live without the cross ;
But the Saviour's pow'r to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss.
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all,

This is happiness to me.
2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain and toil ;
These spring up and choak the weeds,
Which would else o'erspread the soil :
Trials make the promise sweet ;
Trials give new life to pray'r;
Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there. · 3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way;
Might I not, with reason, fear,
I should prove a cast-away :
Bastards may escape the rod*,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not, would not, if he might.

* Heb. xii. 8.



Thy gracious covenant, O LORD!
It guides me in the peaceful way ;

I think upon it all the day.
2 What are the mines of shining wealth,

The strength of youth, the bloom of health ! What are all joys compar'd with those

Thine everlasting word bestows ! 3 Long unafflicted, undismay'd,

In pleasure's path secure I stray'd ;
Thou mad’st me feel thy chastning rod, *

And straight I turn’d unto my God. 4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,

I bless thine hand that caus’d the smart ;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,

But sav'd me from eternal woe.
5 Oh! hadst thou left me unchastis'd,

Thy precept I had still despis’d;

Had my unwary feet betray'd.
6 I love thee, therefore, O my God,

And breathe towards thy dear abode ;
Where in thy presence fully blest,

* Psalm cxix. 71.



1 THE billows swell, the winds are high,

Clouds overcast my wintry sky ;
Out of the depths to thee I call,
My fears are great, my strength is small.
2 O LORD, the pilot's part perform,

And guide and guard me through the storm ;
Defend me from each threatning ill,
Control the waves, say, “ Peace be still."

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on thee ;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,

Is all that saves me from despair. 4 Dangers of ev'ry shape and name

Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

5 Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek ;
Let neither winds, nor stormy rain,
Force back my shatter'd bark again.

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1 GOD of my life, to thee I call,

Aflicted at thy feet I fall ;**
When the great water-floods prevail,

Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint !

Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with thee, whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor!
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,

And thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,

That none shall seek thy face in vain ? 4 That were a grief I could not bear,

Did'st thou not hear and answer prayor; But a pray’r hearing, answering God,

Supports me under ev'ry load.
5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me;

I have an Advocate with thee;
They, whom the world caresses most,

Have no such privilege to boast.
6 Poor though I am, despis’d, forgott

Yet God, my God, forgets me not ;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

• Psalm cxix. 15.

– Psalm xl. 17.

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