1145 The light stoned in darkness. John i.

1. Gre moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He pants His footsteps in the sea,
And nies upon the storm.
Deepsofathomable mines
Of never-falling skill

He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His soverain will.

2 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

3 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfading every hour;
The bad may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flowa.
Blind beef is sure to em,

And scan His work in vain:
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

1146 God is love. 1 John ir.

I WE cannot always trace the way

Where Thou, Almighty One, dost n But we can always, always say

That God is love.

2 When chilling fear the bosom wrings, The restless soul to heaven above As to her sanctuary springs,

For God is love.

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God loved the world. John r. 1 EARTH, with her ten thousand flowers, Air, with all its beams and showers, Ocean's infinite expanse, Heaven's refulgent countenance, All around, and all above, Bear the record-God is love. 2 Sounds among the vales and hills, In the woods, and by the rills, Of the breeze and of the bird By the gentle summer stirred; All these sounds beneath, above, Have one burden-God is love. 3 All the hopes and fears that dart From the fountain of the heart; All the quiet bliss that lies In our human sympathies: These are voices from above Sweetly saying-God is love.

How the truest, tenderest love

Ever fills Thy heart, my God, Helping, cheering, on their roa All who in Thy service move.

All things else have but their God's love only lasts for aye. 2 As the eagle o'er her nest

Spreads her sheltering wings a So from all that would molest

Doth Thine arm defend me, L From my youth up, e'en till now Of the being Thou didst give, And the earthly life I live, Faithful Guardian still wert Tho All things else have but their God's love only lasts for aye. 3 When His strokes upon me light Bitterly I feel their smart, Yet are they, if seen aright,

Tokens that my Father's hear Yearns to bring me back again Through these crosses to His From the world that fain wou Soul and body in its chain. All things else have but their God's love only lasts for aye. 4 Since then neither change nor en In Thy love can e'er have pla Fathe beseech Thee send