3 All his creatures God doth feed, His full hand supplies their need; Let us therefore warble forth His high majesty and worth. He his mansion hath on high, ’Bove the reach of mortal eye; And his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
98 P. M. Thou art my hiding place. Psalm 32:7.
To thee, O God! to thee, With lowly heart I bend; Lord, to my prayer attend, And haste to succor me, Thou never-failing friend! For seas of trouble o’er me roll, And ’whelm with tears my sinking soul.
2 On thee, O God! on thee, With humble hope I’ll lean; Thou who hast ever been A hiding place to me In many a troubled scene; Whose heart, with love and mercy fraught, Back to the fold thy wanderer brought.
99 8s & 7s. The elder brother.
Yes, for me, for me he careth With a brother’s tender care; Yes, with me, with me he shareth Every burden, every fear.
2 Yes, o’er me, o’er me he watcheth, Ceaseless watcheth, night and day; Yes, e’en me, e’en me he snatcheth From the perils of the way.
3 Yes, for me he standeth pleading At the mercy-seat above; Ever for me interceding, Constant in untiring love.
4 Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth Joys unearthly, love and light; And to cover me he spreadeth His paternal wing of might.
5 Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth; I in him, and he in me! And my empty soul he filleth, Here and through eternity.
6 Thus I wait for his returning, Singing all the way to heaven: Such the joyful song of morning Such the tranquil song of even.
100 10s & 11s. Jehovah jireh. Gen. 22:14.
Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide.
2 The birds without barn or storehouse are fed; From them let us learn to trust for our bread: His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied, So long as ’tis written, The Lord will provide.
3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed On perilous deeps, but can not be lost: Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, The promise engages, The Lord will provide.
4 His call we obey, like Abrah’m of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold: For though we are strangers, we have a good guide, And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide.
5 No strength of our own, or goodness, we claim; But since we have known the Saviour’s great name, In this our strong tower for safety we hide— The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide.
6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us through: Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.
101 8s & 7s. Praise the King of heaven.
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing? Praise him! praise him! Praise the everlasting King!
2 Praise him for his grace and favor To our fathers in distress; Praise him, still the same for ever: Slow to chide, and swift to bless; Praise him! praise him! Glorious in his faithfulness!
3 Father-like he tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hands he gently bears us— Rescues us from all our foes; Praise him! praise him! Widely as his mercy flows!
4 Angels, help us to adore him: Ye behold him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before him; Dwellers all in time and space, Praise him! praise him! Praise with us the God of grace!
102 10s & 11s. God glorious.
O, worship the King all-glorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love— Our shield and defender, the ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.
2 O tell of his might, and sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail, Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Preserver, and Friend.
5 O Father Almighty, how faithful thy love! While angels delight to hymn thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
103 11s. Psalm 23.
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.