CCXXXIV. CHRIST'S mysterious Conduct to be unfolded hereafter.

JESUS, we own thy sov'reign Hand,
Thy faithful Care we own;
Wisdom and Love are all thy Ways,
When most to us unknown.

By Thee the Springs of Life were form'd,
And by thy Breath are broke,
And good is ev'ry awful Word,
Our gracious Lord hath spoke.

To Thee we yield our Comforts up,
To Thee our Lives resign;
In Straits and Dangers rich and safe,
If we and ours are Thine.

Thy Saints in earlier Life remov'd
In sweeter Accents sing;
And bless the Swiftness of their Flight,
That bore them to their King.

The Burdens of a lengthen'd Day
With Patience we would bear;
Till Ev'ning's welcome Hour shall shew,
We were our Master's Care.