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BOOK III. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain ; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

1 Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour s pow r to know, Sanctifying every loss. Trials must and will befall ; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all, This is happiness to me.

2 God in Isr el sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil : These spring up and choak the weeds Which would else o erspreadthe soil. Trials make the promise sweet ; Trials give new life to pray r; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low and keep me there.

3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way, Might I not with reason fear, I should prove a cast-away ? Bastards may escape the rod, Sunk in earthly vain delight ; But the true-born child of God Must not, would not, if he might.

1 HOW I love thy holy word, Thy gracious covenant, Lord ! It guides me in the peaceful way, I think upon it all the day.