XXXIII. Coveper GOD moves in a mysterious way He plants his footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, Behind a frowning providence His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, XXXIV. Buily Taylor THOU, whose benignant eye Who see'st the tear of misery, Up to thy dwelling-place Bear our frail spirits on, Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, XXXV. 124. Jeremy Taylor FULL of mercy, full of love, Look upon us from above; Our dust shall cease to be with men. XXXVI. Mrs. Hemans LOWLY and solemn be Thy children's cry to thee, A hymn of suppliant breath, O Father! in that hour When earth all succouring power Shall disavow; When spear, and shield, and crown, In faintness are cast down; Sustain us, Thou! By Him who bowed to take Was not to pass away; Tremblers beside the grave, We call on thee to save, Father divine! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us in life and death, Thine, only thine! XXXVII. Bouring As when the deluge-waves were gone, Hills, plains, and vales in freshness burst; And nature's earliest rainbow shone On scenes more lovely than the first; Loosed from the ark, a heavenly dove That beamed more brightly than before ;— So, when affliction's waters glide And then, as with the olive-bough O'er all the transient things of time But all that's sacred and sublime Stands stedfast as the truth of God, XXXVIII. OUT of the depths Have I called unto thee, O Lord; Let thine ear be attentive To the voice of my supplication. That thou mayest be feared. My soul doth wait; And in his word do I hope. I wait for the Lord More than they who watch for the morning. XXXIX. Sei Walta Scott WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, |