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HYMN IV.
[Here then we calmly rest]
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Here then we calmly rest,
Whate'er Thy will intend,
It must be for Thy people best,
It must in blessings end:
To those that love the Lord,
And feel Thy sprinkled blood,
Famine, and pestilence, and sword,
Shall jointly work for good.
Whate'er Thy will intend,
It must be for Thy people best,
It must in blessings end:
To those that love the Lord,
And feel Thy sprinkled blood,
Famine, and pestilence, and sword,
Shall jointly work for good.
Our lives are hid with Thine,
Our hairs are number'd all,
Nor can, without the nod Divine,
One worthless sparrow fall:
And shall a nation bleed,
And shall a kingdom fail,
While Thou, O Christ, art Lord and Head,
O'er heaven, and earth, and hell!
Our hairs are number'd all,
Nor can, without the nod Divine,
One worthless sparrow fall:
And shall a nation bleed,
And shall a kingdom fail,
While Thou, O Christ, art Lord and Head,
O'er heaven, and earth, and hell!
2
Beneath Thy wings secure,
In patience we possess
Our souls, and quietly endure
Whate'er our God decrees:
Yet still we cry, Delay
The careless sinner's doom;
And, till the judgment comes, we pray
That it may never come:
In patience we possess
Our souls, and quietly endure
Whate'er our God decrees:
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The careless sinner's doom;
And, till the judgment comes, we pray
That it may never come:
May never come alone,
But guided by Thy grace
Our vain self-confidence o'erturn,
And all our pride abase.
Who will not see Thy hand,
Thy truth and love adore,
Compel us, Lord, to understand
The thunder of Thy power.
But guided by Thy grace
Our vain self-confidence o'erturn,
And all our pride abase.
Who will not see Thy hand,
Thy truth and love adore,
Compel us, Lord, to understand
The thunder of Thy power.
3
Out of our slumber woke,
Bid all our nation rise,
And bless the providential stroke,
That turn'd us to the skies;
Who walk'd in darkest night,
In death's dread shadow lay,
Show us the great, the glorious light,
The dawn of gospel day.
Bid all our nation rise,
And bless the providential stroke,
That turn'd us to the skies;
Who walk'd in darkest night,
In death's dread shadow lay,
Show us the great, the glorious light,
The dawn of gospel day.
Escaped the hostile sword,
O may we fly to Thee,
And find in our redeeming Lord
Our life and liberty;
Our Strength and Righteousness,
O let us hold Thee fast
With confidence Divine, and peace
That shall for ever last.
O may we fly to Thee,
And find in our redeeming Lord
Our life and liberty;
Our Strength and Righteousness,
O let us hold Thee fast
With confidence Divine, and peace
That shall for ever last.
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