Hymn. Wisdom of God in Creation. 1 ETERNAL Wisdom, Thee we praise, With Thy lov'd Name, rocks, hills, and seas, 2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky! Ting'd with a blue of heav'nly dye, 3 Thy glories blaze all nature round, 4 Infinite strength and equal skilf Shine, through the worlds abroad; 5 But still the wonders of Thy grace Pity divine in JESU's face Hymn. Providence of God. 1. WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, Why, my cold heart, art thou not lost H 2 Thy providence my life sustain'd, 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd 4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, Thy arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, 7 Through ev'ry period of my life 8 Through all eternity, to Thee Hymn. Providence of God. 1 GOD of my life, whose gracious pow'r Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turn'd aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head; 2 In all my ways Thy hand I own, 3 O give me, SAVIOUR, give me more! 4 Come then, my Hope, my Life, my LORD, 5 Prepare, and then possess my heart; THY Hymn. Providence of God. ways, O LORD! with wise design, 2 With feeble light, and half obscure, Poor mortals Thy arrangements view; Not knowing that the least are sure, And the mysterious, just and true. 3 Thy flock, Thy own peculiar care, Though now they seem to roam uney'd, Are led or driven only where They best and safest may abide. way; 4 They neither know nor trace the But, trusting to Thy piercing eye, None of their feet to ruin stray, Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 5 My favour'd soul shall meekly learn Hymn. Reflections on Providence. 1 GOD of my life, through all my days 2 When anxious cares would break my rest, 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 4 But O! when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chain'd to flesh no more, With what glad accents shall I rise, To join the music of the skies! Hymn. Mysteriousness of Providence. 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, 2 Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 4 Judge not the LORD by feeble sense, 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, |