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Ignace Pleyel. (1757-1831) 1791. Arr. by N thum Mitchell. (1770-1853.) 1812. 1st time.

2d time.

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WHILE Thee I seek, protect-ing Power, Be my vain wish-es may this con- se - crat-ed hour..

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better hopes be filled. Thy love the pow'rs of tho't bestowed, To Thee my tho'ts would

soar;

Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed, That mer - cy I a - dore.

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May I with sweet assurance claim

A portion so divine?

This only can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye?

2 Whate'er Thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign,

For Thou art good and just and wise :
O bend my will to Thine.
Whate'er Thy sacred will ordains,

O give me strength to bear;
And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust His tender care.

3 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet let my soul adoring own

That all Thy ways are right.
My God, my Father, be Thy name
My solace and my stay;

O wilt thou seal my humble claim,
And drive my fears away.

Miss Anne Steele. (1717-1778.) 1760

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But we may calmly rest: What God has once appointed Is better than our best.

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God's Way best for us.
2 We cannot see before us,
But our all-seeing Friend
Is always watching o'er us,

And knows the very end;
And when amid our blindness
His disappointments fall,
We trust His loving-kindness

Whose wisdom sends them all.

3 They are the purple fringes
That hide His glorious feet;
They are the fire-wrought hinges
Where truth and mercy meet;
By them the golden portal

Of Providence shall ope,
And lift to praise immortal
The songs of faith and hope.

Miss Frances Ridley Havergal. 1872. ab.

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"He bowed the Heavens."
Ps. xviii.

2 On cherub and on cherubim

Full royally He rode;

And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.

3 He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;

And He, as Sovereign Lord and King,
For evermore shall reign.

4 The Lord will give His people strength Whereby they shall increase;

And He will bless His chosen flock
With everlasting peace.

5 Give glory to His awful name,
And honor Him alone;

Give worship to His majesty
Upon His holy throne.

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4 Infinite strength, and equal skill, Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder God.

5 But the sweet beauties of Thy grace Our softer passions move;

Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love.

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Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1706.

Omnipresence and Omniscience of God.
Ps. cxxxix.

I JEHOVAH, God, Thy gracious power
On every hand we see;

O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to Thee.

2 If on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our footsteps lead,
Thy love our path surround.

3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.

4 From morn till noon, till latest eve,
Thy hand, O God, we see;
And all the blessings we receive,
Proceed alone from Thee.

5 In all the varying scenes of time,
On Thee our hopes depend;
Through every age, in every clime,
Our Father, and our Friend.

Rev. John Thomson. (1782-1818.1 185▼

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2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies;

Through the whole earth His bounty shines, And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait
On Thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord,
How slow Thine anger moves!

But soon He sends His pardoning word
To cheer the souls He loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste Thy richer grace
Delight to bless Thy name.

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4 I pass the gloomy vale of death, From fear and danger free;

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And in His temple spend.

Tate and Brady. 1696.

Praise for Creation and Providence.
Heb. iii. 4.

I I SING the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food;

He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good.

4 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.

5 Creatures that borrow life from Thee
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

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EISENACH. L. M.

Johann Hermann Schein. (1586—1630.) 1628

1. BE Thou, O God, ex alt ed high; And, as Thy glory fills the sky,

So let it be on earth displayed, Till Thou art here, as there, o - beyed.

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2 O God, my heart is fixed, 't is bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart my voice I'll raise
To Thee, my God, in songs of praise.

3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound

To all the listening nations round:
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.

4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as Thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.
Tate and Brady. 1696.

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I THE Lord, how wondrous are His ways,
How firm His truth, how large His grace:
He takes His mercy for His throne,
And thence He makes His glories known.
2 Not half so high His power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As His rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

3 Not half so far has nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As His forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those He loves.
4 How slowly doth His wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies:
And, if He lets His anger burn,
How soon His frowns to pity turn!

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