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BOOK III. 3 It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through; Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And He who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice.

1 LORD, my soul with pleasure springs When Jesus name I hear, And when God the Spirit brings The word of promise near: Beauties too, in holiness, Still delighted I perceive; Nor have words that can express The joys thy precepts give.

2 Clothed in sanctity and grace, How sweet it is to see Those who love thee, as they pass, Or when they wait on thee! Pleasant too, to sit and tell What we owe to love divine; Till our bosoms grateful swell And eyes begin to shine. 3 Those the comforts I possess, Which God shall still increase: All his ways are pleasantness, And all his paths are peace.