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Ere we can of-fer our com-plaints, Be-hold Him pres-ent with His aid. A-men
2 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, 4 That sacred stream, Thine holy word, In sacred peace our souls abide;
Our grief allays, our fear controls; While every nation, every shore,
Sweet peace Thy promises afford, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. And give new strength to fainting souls.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, Of never-failing skill,
But trust Him for His grace; He treasures up His bright designs, Behind a frowning providence And works His sovereign will.
He hides a smiling face. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The clouds ye so much dread
Unfolding every hour; Are big with mercy, and shall break The bud may have a bitter taste, In blessings on your head.
But sweet will be the flower.
And scan His work in vain;
A - men.
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before Thy throne of grace: God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.
4 Oh, spread Thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
Our souls arrive in peace!
Our humble prayers implore;
And portion evermore. Amen.
3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
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Songs of praise the an - gels sang, Heav'n with al - le - lu - ias rang,
When Je-ho-vah's work be-gun, When He spake, and it was done. A - men.
65 ST. MARTIN'S C. M.
won - der - ful Thou art, Thy maj - es - ty how bright!
How glo- rious is Thy mer-cy - seat, In depths of burn-ing light! A- men. 2 How dread are Thine eternal years, 4 Oh, how I fear Thee, living God, O everlasting Lord;
With deepest, tenderest fears, By prostrate spirits day and night And worship Thee with trembling hope, Incessantly adored!
And penitential tears! 3 How wonderful, how beautiful, 5 Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord, The sight of Thee must be,
Almighty as Thou art; Thine endless wisdom, boundless power, For Thou hast stooped to ask of me And awful purity!
The love of my poor heart. Amen.
FREDERICK W. FABER
67 LANESBORO' C. M.
William Dixon. Arr. by Lowell MASON
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2 Tell of His wondrous faithfulness, 3 His very word of grace is strong And sound His power abroad!
As that which built the skies; 11: Sing the sweet promise of His grace, :1/ 11: The voice that rolls the stars along :// And the performing God!
Speaks all the promises.
But whisper “ Thou art mine!"