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CHRISTIAN EXERCISES.
3 Chained to his throne a volume lies,
With all the fates of men,
With every angel’s form and size,
Drawn by the eternal pen.
4 His providence unfolds the book,
And makes his counsels shine ;
Each opening leaf, and every stroke
Fulfils some deep design.
5 Here he exalts neglected worms
To sceptres and a crown ;
And there the following page he turns,
And treads the monarch down.
G Not Gabriel asks the reason why,
Nor God the reason gives ;
Nor dares the favorite angel pry
Between the folded leaves.
7 My God, I would not long to see
My fate with curious eyes,
What gloomy lines are writ for me,
Or what bright scenes may rise.
8 In thy fair book of life and grace
O may I find my name,
Recorded in some humble place
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.
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Deity, humiliation, and exaltation of Christ.
1 1\T OW for a tune of lofty praise
IN To great Jehovah’s equal Son ;
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
And tell the wonders he hath done.
2 Sing how he left the worlds of light,
And'hose bright robes he wore above;