2 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
3 The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.
4 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour
5 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.
1 God is love; his mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens; God is wisdom, God is love.
2 Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move; But his mercy waneth never; God is wisdom, God is love.
3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will his changeless goodness prove; From the gloom his brightness streameth; God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above; Every where his glory shineth; God is wisdom, God is love.
1 FATHER, to thy kind love we owe All that is fair and good below; Bestower of the health that lies On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes!
2 Yet deem we not that thus alone Thy mercy and thy love are shown; For we have learned, with higher praise, And holier names, to speak thy ways.
3 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay! Sole trust when life shall pass away! Teacher of hopes that light the gloom Of death, and consecrate the tomb!
4 Patient with headstrong guilt to bear; Slow to avenge, and kind to spare; Listening to prayer, and reconciled Full quickly to thy erring child!
1 My Father! cheering name! O, may I call thee mine?
Give me the humble hope to claim A portion so divine.
2 This can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly : What real harm can reach my soul Beneath my Father's eye?
3 Whate'er thy will denies I calmly would resign;
For thou art just, and good, and wise: O, bend my will to thine!
4 Whate'er thy will ordains, O, give me strength to bear; Still let me know a Father reigns, And trust a Father's care.
1 My Maker and my King! To thee my all I owe: Thy sovereign bounty is the spring From whence my blessings flow.
2 Thou ever good and kind! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live: My God, thy benefits demand More praise than life can give.
4 O, let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine.
Praise for Protection, Grace, and Truth.
1 My God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown.
2 Up to the heavens I send my cry; The Lord will my desires perform; He sends his angels from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heavens, where angels dwell; Thy power on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell.
Mercy of God to the Frailty of Man.
1 LORD, we adore thy wondrous name, And make that name our trust, Which raised at first this curious frame From mean and lifeless dust.
2 Awhile these frail machines endure, The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital powers no more, But moulder back to clay.
3 Yet, Lord, whate'er is felt or feared, This thought is our repose,
That He, by whom this frame was reared, Its various weakness knows.
4 Thou view'st us with a pitying eye, While struggling with our load; In pains and dangers thou art nigh, Our Father and our God.
5 Gently supported by thy love, We tend to realms of peace, Where every pain shall far remove, And every frailty cease.
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