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3 Whate'er we do, where'er we turn,
Thy ceaseless bounty flows; Oppressed with woe, when nature faints,
Thine arm is our repose.
O, still our wants supply!
And in thy favor die.
DODDRIDGE. Trusting in God. 1 PRAISE to the Sovereign of the sky,
Who, from his lofty throne,
And calls such souls his own. 2 The haughty sinner he disdains,
Though gems his temples crown;
His vengeance hurls him down. 3 On his afflicted, pious poor
He makes his face to shine ;
With lustre all divine.
There let my dwelling be,
If absent, Lord, from thee.
In thy strong name we trust,
DARWIN. Trust in God in Prosperity and Adversity. 1 THE Lord how tender is his love!
His justice, how august!
There, anchors all her trust.
To feed the barren waste,
And famine waits the blast.
The sick from anguish cease ;
And softly whispers peace.
Or tips the bolt with flame;
And warms in every beam. 5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot
The hours commissioned bring,
Or fairer clusters spring, -
My years resigned may run : 'Tis thine to give, or to resume;
And may thy will be done.
PARADISE ST. COL. The Benefit of Affliction. 1 O GOD, to thee my sinking soul
In deep distress doth fly;
And all my wants supply.
Around their victim stood,
Hath changed to real good!
Hath set my bosom free
And turned my thoughts to thee.
To feel for others' woe,
My own defects to know.
My heart defies your shock;
To God, my sheltering Rock.
Thine ever-watchful eye Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
2 In thine all-gracious providence
Our cheerful hopes confide;
Thy love our footsteps guide. 3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
And grasp the specious ill, 4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply ;
The ill, though asked, deny.
NORTON. Trust and Submission. 1 MY God, I thank thee; may no thought
E’er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o'er his little day. 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know; But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil ;
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.
CowPER. Submission. 1 0 LORD, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
Whose love forbids my fears ?
That wipes away my tears? 3 No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Or wilt withhold, from me.
Shall I resist them both ?
And crushed before the moth! 5 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Drives all these thoughts away.
TOPLADY'S COL. Habitual Resignation. 1 WITH God my Friend, the radiant sun
Sheds a more lively ray;
I chase my cares away.