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434 The Book oj Praise.
No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care ; To Him commend thy cause ; His ear Attends the softest prayer.
Thy everlasting Truth, Father ! Thy ceaseless love, Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove.
And whatsoe'er Thou will'st Thou dost, O King of kings ; What Thy unerring Wisdom chose, Thy Power to being brings.
Thou everywhere hast sway, And all things serve Thy might; Thy every act pure blessing is, Thy path unsullied light.
When Thou arisest, Lord, Who shall Thy work withstand ? When all Thy children want Thou giv'st, Who, who shall stay Thy hand ?
Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismay'd ; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou His time ; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.