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 Grace flies before, and love attends
 * His steps where'er he goes;

Though none can see him but his friends,
 * And they were once his foes.

He speaks;—obedient to his call
 * Our warm affections move:

Did he but shine alike on all,
 * Then all alike would love.

Then love in every heart would reign,
 * And war would cease to roar;

And cruel and bloodthirsty men
 * Would thirst for blood no more.

Such Jesus is, and such his grace;
 * Oh, may he shine on you!

And tell him, when you see his face,
 * I long to see him too.

moves in a mysterious way
 * His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
 * And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
 * Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
 * And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
 * The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
 * In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
 * But trust him for his grace;

Behind a frowning providence
 * He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
 * Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,
 * But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
 * And scan his work in vain:

God is his own interpreter,
 * And He will make it plain.

' my happiness below
 * Not to live without the cross,

But the Saviour's power 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.

God in Israel sows the seeds
 * Of affliction, pain, and toil;

These spring up and choke the weeds
 * Which would else o'erspread the soil:

Trials make the promise sweet,
 * Trials give new life to prayer;

Trials bring me to his feet,
 * Lay me low, and keep me there.

Did I meet no trials here,
 * No chastisement by the way,

Might I not with reason fear
 * I should prove a castaway?

Bastards may escape the rod,
 * Sunk in earthly vain delight:

But the true-born child of God
 * Must not,-would not, if he might.

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

What are the mines of shining wealth, The strength of youth, the bloom of health! What are all joys compared with those Thine everlasting Word bestows!

Long unafflicted, undismayed, In pleasure's path secure I strayed; Thou madest me feel thy chastening rod, And straight I turned unto my God.

What though it pierced my fainting heart, I blessed thine hand that caused the smart; It taught my tears awhile to flow, But saved me from eternal woe.