God wise and merciful in Chastisement.

1 How gracious and how wise
Is our chastising God!

And, O, how rich the blessings are
That blossom from his rod !

2 He lifts it up on high
With pity in his heart,

That every stroke his children feel
May grace and peace impart.

3 Instructed thus, they bow,

And own his sovereign sway;

They turn their erring footsteps back
To his forsaken way.

4 His covenant love they seek,
And seek the happy bands
That closer still engage their hearts

To honor his commands.

5 Our Father, we consent To discipline divine,

And bless the pains that make our souls Still more completely thine.

"My Times are in thy hand."

1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise,

All my times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.

2 Thou didst form me by thy power;
Thou wilt guide me hour by hour;
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by thy wise decree;

3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief;-

4 Times temptation's power to prove;
Times to taste a Savior's love;
All is fixed, the means and end,
As shall please my heavenly Friend.

1 THE Lord my Shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me, in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's dark

shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

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God our Shepherd.

1 THE Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know: I feed in green pastures; safe folded I rest: He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I

stray,

Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head; O, what shall I ask of thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.

God's merciful and constant Protection.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face,
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

Paternal Providence of God.

1 THROUGH all the various, changing scene Of life's mistaken ill or good,

Thy hand, O God, conducts unseen
The beautiful vicissitude.

2 Thou givest with paternal care, Howe'er unjustly we complain, To all their necessary share

Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.

3 All things on earth, and all in heaven, On thine eternal will depend;

And all for greater good were given,
Would man pursue th' appointed end.

4 Be this my care!. to all beside
Indifferent let my wishes be;

Passion be calm, and dumb be pride,
And fixed my soul, great God, on thee.

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The Christian Israel.

1 THUS far on life's perplexing path,
Thus far thou, Lord, our steps hast led,
Snatched from the world's pursuing wrath,
Unharmed though floods o'erhung our head:
Like ransomed Israel on the shore,
Here then we pause, look back, adore.

2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
Like all our fathers, in their day,
We to the land of promise go,
Lord, by thine own appointed way:
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night.

3 When we have numbered all our years,
And stand, at length, on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with mortal fears,
O, let not then the spirit sink!

But strong in faith, and hope, and love,
Plunge through the stream, to rise above!

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