5 O! not in circling depth or hight, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though vailed from sight; There doth his Spirit rest: O, come, thou Presence infinite! And make thy creature blest.
85 C. M. Just and true are thy ways. Rev. 15:3.
Since all the varying scenes of time God's watchful eye surveys, O, who so wise to choose our lot, Or to appoint our ways!
2 Good when he gives--supremely good-- Nor less when he denies; E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, Are blessings in disguise.
3 Why should we doubt a Father's love So constant and so kind? To his unerring, gracious will Be every wish resigned.
I can not always trace the way Where thou, almighty One, dost move; But I can always, always say, That God is love.
2 When fear her chilling mantle flings O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings; For God is love.
3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love.
4 O may this truth my heart employ, And every gloomy thought remove; It fills my soul with boundless joy, That God is love!
87 C. M. Thou hast taught me from my youth. Psalm 71.
Almighty Father of mankind! On thee my hopes remain; And when the day of trouble comes, I shall not trust in vain.
2 In early years, thou wast my guide, And of my youth the friend; And, as my days began with thee, With thee my days shall end.
3 I know the Power in whom I trust, The arm on which I lean; He will my Saviour ever be, Who has my Saviour been.
4 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age And evil days descend; Thou wilt not leave me in despair, To mourn my latter end.
5 Therefore, in life I'll trust in thee; In death I will adore; And after death will sing thy praise, When time shall be no more.
88 C. M. All things are yours. 1 Cor. 3:21.
Since God is mine, then present things And things to come are mine; Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too, And glory all divine.
2 Since he is mine, then from his love He every trouble sends; All things are working for my good, And bliss his rod attends.
3 Since he is mine, I need not fear The rage of earth and hell; He will support my feeble power, Their utmost force repel.
4 Since he is mine, let friends forsake, Let wealth and honors flee: Sure, he who giveth me himself, Is more than these to me.