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HY MN 188
SUBMISSION TO PROVIDENCE.
NAKED as from the earth we came,
And mingle with our dust.
And fondly call our own,
To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high;
Or sinks them in the grave;
Let each rebellious sigh,
And ev'ry murmur die.
Its praises shall be spread ; And we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.
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THE MYSTERIES OF PROVIDENCER
'Tis ours to wonder, and adore..
Are hid in shades of awful night;
What in futurity shall be ;
Then let my future hours be praise. 4. Is darkness and distress my share?
Then: let me trust thy guardian care ;
if love divine At length thro' ev'ry cloud shall shine. 5 Yet this my foul desires to know, , Be this my only wish below; "That OHRIST is mine !” this great
request Grant, bounteous God : and I am blest. is
ground, But spring shall Toon his rage withstand, And
Ipread new beauties all around. 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns ;
Barren and lifeless I remain ;**
And bid my graces grow again! 3 Jesus, my glorious fun, arise,
'Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
And let me feel thy vital love,
I faint and droop till thou appear:
Mast it be winter all the year?
With humble pray’r, and patient faith; Till he reveals his gracious pow'r,
Repose on what his promise faith. 6 He, by whose all-cominanding words,
Seasons their changing course maintain ;
Η Υ Μ Ν
TRUE HAPPIN E-SS.
His fins are all forgiy'n 1'1
And lifts his hopes to heav'n. '2 Tho' in the rugged path of life
: He heaves the pensive figh; Yet, trusting in his God, he finds
Deliv'ring grace is nigh.
He feels the chall’ning rod;
To this forgiving God. 4. And when the welcome message comes
To call his soul away;
192. BA OKSLIDER S.
former poft ;
ESERTERS, to the camp return,
Η Υ Μ Ν
But Am TO Nor
Bút spring: fhall soor
And spread new bea 2 My soul a sharper
Barren and lifeless
And bid my grac 3 Jesus, my glori
'Tis thine the i
And let me fe 4 Dear LORD, 13, I faint and Wilt thou
! Mụft it be 5 Be still, m With hun
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