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2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
His boundless mercy sing ;
And touch the sweetest string.
United praise bestow;
And in the deeps below.
In heavenly praise employ; Spread His tremendous Name around, While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy.
HYMN 118. C. M.
Providence of God.
GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform ;
And rides upon the storm.
With never-failing skill,
And works his gracious will.
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.
Unfolding every hour:
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
HYMN 119. P. M. 51.
The Heavenly Rest.
To mourning wanderers given ;
'Tis found above in heaven.
'Tis fair as breath of even, A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose,
By sin and sorrow driven ;
And all is drear but heaven.
4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all's serene in heaven.
5 These fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given,
Appears the dawn of heaven.
HYMN 120. 8, 7. & 4 M. 61.
Pilgrim through this barren land:
Bread of heaven,
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams shall flow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through:
Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my
anxious fears subside:
Songs of praises,
HYMN 121. 113 M.
Consolations of the Gospel. How gracious the promise, ow soothing the
word, That came from the lips of our merciful Lord; Ye lone and ye weary, ye sad and opprest, Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest. 2 Ye heart-stricken sons and daughters of wo, For
you the fresh fountains of comfort o’erflow; Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. 3 And ye that have sinned and have wandered
astray, Come walk in the “light and the truth and the way.” Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart, For meek was your Master and lowly of heart. 4 Now thanks be to him who hath given us light; The way of the Christian is easy and bright; And humbly, when touched by the chastening rod, He bows to the will of his Father and God.
5 When life's stream flows feebly, and faint is his
breath, And his perishing body yields slowly to death, No fear of the future brings darkness or gloom, No cloud of despair overshadows the tomb. 6 Believing in Jesus, and trusting in God, He fears not to walk where his Saviour hath trod, Before him the waves of eternity roll. He enters—and Christ shall give rest to his soul.
(S. F. Strector.
As showers on meadows newly mown