God moves in a mysterious wayHis glorious wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the seaAnd rides upon the raging storm. You fearful saints, fresh courage take;The threat’ning clouds you so much dreadAre big with mercy and shall breakIn countless blessings on your head. God moves in a mysterious wayHis glorious wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the seaAnd rides upon the raging storm. Listen to the Sermon “Some Thoughts on Providence”

O for a closer walk with God,A calm and heav’nly frame,A light to shine upon the roadThat leads me to the Lamb! Where is the blessedness I knewWhen first I sought the Lord?Where is the soul refreshing viewOf Jesus and His Word? What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!How sweet their mem’ry still!But they have left an aching voidThe world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return,Sweet messenger of rest;I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,And drove Thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known,Whate’er that idol be,Help me to tear it from Thy throneAnd worship only…