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30! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain d to be!
Most sov'reign is and free;
Thy absolute decree.
Unchangeably the same:
And both thy praise proclaim.
That thy whole will shall stand;
Thy word, or stay thy hand.
Thy wisdom, love, and pow'r, From ev'ry sorrow I should learn
To thank thee more and more.
And kiss the needful rod;
But know that he is God.
6 Dear Father, to thy hand I bow,
For to thy pleasure still,
And good is all thy will.
10. The Spiritual Voyage. [Tune, Messiah. 1 Jesus, at thy command
I launch into the deep;
Where sin lulls all to sleep.
And sail to heav'n with thee and thine. 2 Thou art my Pilot wise;
My compass is thy word:
While I have such a Lord !
To save me in the trying hour.
Through all my passage lie;
And guide me with his eye.
Nor can I sink with such a prop. 4 By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest:
And fly to Jesus' breast.
5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms forbear to toss,
Lest I should suffer loss;
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 6 Come, Holy Ghost, and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To heav'n my destin`d place!
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
And contradict his gracious word!
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 3 When first before his mercy-seat
Thou didst to him thy all commit,
To trust his wisdom, love, and pow'r. 4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And he refuse to hear thy call ?
5 Like David, thou may'st comfort draw,
Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw:
For God, my Saviour, still is nigh. 6 He, who has help'd me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey thro',
New Ebenezers to his praise.
It leads thee home apace to God;
The Lord will provide. Gen. xxii. 14. . | The saints should never be dismay'd,
Nor sink in hopeless fear,
The Saviour will appear.
God saw, and said “Forbear; Yon ram shall yield his meaner life;
Behold the victim there!" 3 Once David seem'd Saul's certain prey;
But hark! the foe's at hand; Saul turns his arms another way,
To save th' invaded land. 4 When Jonah sunk beneath the wave,
He thought to rise no more; But God prepar'd a fish to save
And bear him to the shore.
5 Blest proofs of pow'r and grace divine,
That meet us in his word: May every deep-felt care of mine
Be trusted with the Lord! 6 Wait for his seasonable aid,
And, tho' it tarry, wait;
But cannot come too late.
The Storm hushed. 1 Tis
is past! the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all its fears! And now I see returning light,
The Lord, my sun, appears.
I soon should be his prey,
With shame and grief away.
What has my soul endur'd!
And all my wounds are cur'd!
Despair beset me round;
And trembled at the sound.
My comforts, blasted, fell;
The dreadful depths of hell.