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ADORATION AND PRAISE.
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The myiteriei of Providence.
1 OD moves in a mysterious way,
vJ His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his works in vain ;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
306 L. M.
The greatness of God,
.1 Y God, my king, thy various praise
1’1 Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
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