Nor let a murmuring thought arise ;

His ways are just, his counsels wisé. 2 Thick darkness round his throne he draws,

His work performs. conceals the cause ;
But, though his methods are unknown,

Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,

He executes his firin decrees ;
And, by his saints, it stands confessed,

That what he does is ever best.
4 Wait, then, each soul, submissive wait,

Prostrate before his awful seat;
And, midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

HYMN 87. CM. [#]

Early and constant Care of God.
1 ALMIGHTY FATHER, gracious Lord

Kind Guardian of my days,
Thy mercies let my heart record

In songs of grateful praise.
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame

Was thy indulgent care ;
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,

Or breathe the infant prayer.
3 Each rolling year new favours brought

From thy exhaustless store;
But, O! in vain my labouring thought

Would count thy mercies o'er.

4 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,

And every weakness dies, Complete the wonders of thy grace,

And raise me to the skies.

HYMN 88. L. M. [#]

Confidence in the Lord.
1 The presence, ever-living God,

Wide through all nature spreads abroad :
Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep,

In every place thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain,

Thou dost our lives and powers sustain ;
And, when apart, we joy to share

Thy counsels and thy gracious care. 3 To thee we now commit our ways,

And still implore thy heavenly grace :
0, let thy face upon us shine ;

Still guard and guide us, Lord, as thine. 4 Give us within thy house to raise

Again united songs of praise ;
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.

HYMN 89. C. M. [#]

Humble Adoration.
1 ETERNAL Power, almighty God,

Who can approach thy throne ?
Accessless light is thy abode,

To angel-eyes unknown.

2 Before the radiance of thine eye

The heavens no longer shine,
And all the glories of the sky

Are but the shade of thine.
3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend

To cast a look below,
To this vile world thy notice bend,

These shades of sin and wo ?
4 While golden harps and angel-tongues

Resound immortal lays,
Great God, permit our humble songs

To rise and mean thy praise.

HYMN 90. L. M. [6 or#]

Humble Worship. 1 GREAT King of kings, eternal God,

Shall mortal creatures dare to raise Their songs to thy supreme abode,

And join with angels in thy praise? 2 Man, O how far removed below!

Wrapt in the shades of gloomy night, His brightest day can only show

A few faint streaks of distant light. 3 But, see! the bright, the morning star,

Rising, shall chase the shades away; His beams, resplendent from afar,

Promise a sweet, immortal day. 4 To him our longing eyes we raise,

Our Guide to thee, the great Unknown; Through him, O may our humble praise

Accepted rise before thy throne.

HYMN 91. C. M. [#]

Homage and Devotion.
1 With sacred joy we list our eyes

To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,

Where dwells eternal Love.
2 Before the radiant throne we bow

Of heaven's almighty King :
Here we present the solemn vow,

And hymns of glory sing.
3 Thee we adore ; and, Lord, to thee

Our filial duty pay :
Thy service, unconstrained and free,

Conducts to endless day. 4 While in thy house of prayer we kneel,

With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,

And lend a gracious ear.

HYMN 92. C. M. [#or b ]

Sincere Devotion acceptable. 1 God is a Spirit just and wise ;

He sees our inmost mind :
In vain to Heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.
2 Nothing but truth, before his throne,

With honour can appear :

The painted hypocrites are known

Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,

Their bending knees the ground;
But God rejects the sacrifice

Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my soul sincere ;
Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.

HYMN 93. S. M. [#]

God's Mercy to the Penitent. 1 Sweet is the friendly voice

Which speaks of life and peace;
Which bids the penitent rejoice,

And sin and sorrow cease. 2 No balm on earth like this

Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss

Such pure delight impart. 3 Still merciful and kind,

Thy mercy, Lord, reveal :
The broken heart thy love can bind,

The wounded spirit heal. 4 Thy presence shall restore

Peace to iny anxious breast :
Lord, let my steps be drawn no more

From paths which thou hast blessed.

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