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2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourished by thy word;
Let soul and body praise the Lord!

3 My streams of outward comfort came
From him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul forever lives.

4 Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe !

It means thy praise, however poor;
An angel's song can do no more.

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The Ministry of Angels.

WATTS.

1 HIGH on a hill of dazzling light
The King of glory spreads his seat,
And troops of angels, stretched for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.

2 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below:
Here we are sailing to thy coasts;
Let angels be our convoy too.

3 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come,
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.

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WATTS.

Providences of God recorded. Ps. 78.

1 LET children hear the mighty deeds.
Which God performed of old,

Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known,
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
Through every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus they shall learn in God alone
Their hope securely stands,

That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.

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TATE & BRADY.

Commemoration of God's Benefits from one Generation to another.

Ps. 78.

1 HEAR, O my people; to my law
Devout attention lend;

Let the instruction of my mouth
Deep in your hearts descend.

2 My tongue, by inspiration taught,
Shall parables unfold,

Dark oracles, but understood,

And owned for truths, of old;

3 Which we from sacred registers
Of ancient times have known,
And our forefathers' pious care
To us has handed down.

4 We will not hide them from our sons;
Our offspring shall be taught

The praises of the Lord, whose strength
Has works of wonder wrought;

5 That generations yet to come
Should to their unborn heirs
Religiously transmit the same,
And they again to theirs ;-

6 To teach them that in God alone
Their hope securely stands;
That they should ne'er his works forget,
But keep his just commands.

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TATE & BRADY.

God the Deliverer of Nations. Ps. 44.

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days performed,
And elder times than theirs.

2 As thee their God our fathers owned,
Thou art our sovereign King;
O, therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

3 To thee the triumph we ascribe,

From whom the conquest came;
In God we will rejoice all day,
And ever bless his name.

4 Arise, O Lord, and timely haste
To our deliverance make;

Redeem us, Lord, if not for ours,
Yet for thy mercies' sake.

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WATTS.

Israel saved from Enemies. Ps. 76.

1 IN Judah God of old was known,
His name in Israel great;
In Salem stood his holy throne,
And Zion was his seat.

2 Among the praises of his saints
His dwelling there he chose;
There he received their just complaints
Against their haughty foes.

3 From Zion went his dreadful word,
And broke the threatening spear,
The bow, the arrows, and the sword,
And crushed the Assyrian war.

4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else
But mighty hills of prey?

The hill on which Jehovah dwells

Is glorious more than they.

5 What power can stand before thy sight, When once thy wrath appears?

When heaven shines round with dreadful light,
The earth lies still, and fears.

6 When God, in his own sovereign ways,
Comes down to save the oppressed,
The wrath of man shall work his praise,
And he'll restrain the rest.

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DODDRIDGE.

God the Dwelling-Place of his People through all Generations.

1 THOU, Lord, through every changing scene,
Hast to thy saints a refuge been ;
Through every age, eternal God,
Their pleasing home, their safe abode.

2 In thee our fathers sought their rest;
In thee our fathers still are blest;
And while the tomb confines their dust,
In thee their souls abide and trust.

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3 Lo, we are risen, ·
a feeble race,
Awhile to fill our fathers' place;
Our helpless state with pity view,
And let us share their refuge too.

4 Through all the thorny paths we trace,
In this uncertain wilderness,

When friends desert, and foes invade,
Revive our heart, and guard our head.

5 So, when this pilgrimage is o'er,
And we must dwell in flesh no more,
To thee our separate souls shall come,
And find in thee a surer home.

6 To thee our infant race we leave;
Them may their fathers' God receive,
That voices yet unformed may raise
Succeeding hymns of humble praise.

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