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Away, my unbelieving fear

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXXIII (1791) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear, Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up the shield. 2 Although the vine its fruits deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The field elude the tiller's toil; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I win my Saviour trust, And glory that he dy'd for me. 4 In hope believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up, Salvation is in Jesu's name: To me he soon shall bring it nigh, My soul shall then out-strip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Languages: English

Commit thou all thy griefs

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXVII (1791) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: Part the First. 1 Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into his hands, To his sure trust and tender care, Who earth and heav'n commands; Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey, He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, He shall prepare thy way. 2 Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on his work thy stedfast eye, So shall thy work be done: No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care, To Him commend thy cause, his ear Attends the softest pray'r. 3 Thine everlasting truth, Father, thy ceaseless love, Sells all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove; And whatse'er thou will'st Thou dost, O King of kings; What thine unerring wisdom chose, Thy pow'r to being brings. 4 Thou ev'ry where hast way, And all things servet thy might, Thy ev'ry act pure blessing is, Thy path unsully'd light: When thou arisest, Lord, What shall thy work withstand? When all thy children want, thou giv'st, Who, who shall stay thine hand? Languages: English

God moves in a mysterious way

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXXII (1791) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: 1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow'r. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. Languages: English

How gentle God's commands

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #C (1789) Topics: Confidence and Resignation Trusting in him who careth for us Lyrics: 1 How gentle God’s commands! How kind His precepts are! "Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care." 2 His providence supports, Let saints securely dwell; The hand, which bears all nature up Shall guide his children well. 3 Then let no anxious load Press down your weary mind; Haste to your heav'nly Father’s throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands appov'd Down to the present day; Then drop your burden at his feet, And bear a song away. Languages: English

Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXXVII (1791) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: 1 Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear, Thy great provider still is near; Who fed thee last, will feed thee still, Be calm and sink into his will. 2 The Lord who built the earth and sky, In mercy stoops to hear thy cry; His promise all may freely claim, "Ask and receive in Jesu's name." 3 His stores are open all and free To such as truly upright be; Water and bread he'll give for food With all things else which he sees good. 4 Your sacred hairs which are so small, By God himself are numbered all: This truth he's publish'd all abroad, That men may learn to trust the Lord. 5 The ravens daily he doth feed, And sends them food as they have need, Altho' they nothing have in store, Yet as they lack he gives them more. 6 Then do not seek, with anxious care, What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear: Your heav'nly Father will you feed, He knows that all these things you need. 7 Without reserve, give Christ your heart; Let him his righteousness impart; Then all things else he'll freely give, With him you all things shall receive. 8 Thus shall the soul be truly blest, That seeks in God his only rest, May I that happy person be, In time, and in eternity! Languages: English

Soldiers of Christ, arise

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXXV (1791) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: Part the First. 1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal son: Strong in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty pow'r, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 2 Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endu'd, But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God: That having all things done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome thro' Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 3 Stand then against your foes, In close and firm array, Legions of wily fiends oppose Throughout the evil day; But meet the sons of night, But mock their vain design, Arm'd in the arms of heav'nly light, Of righteousness divine. 4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul; Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace, And fortify the whole; Indissolubly join'd, To battle all proceed; But arm yourselves with all the mind That was in Christ your head. Languages: English

Commit thou all thy griefs

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXVII (1788) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: Part the First. 1 Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into his hands, To his sure trust and tender care, Who earth and heav'n commands; Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey, He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, He shall prepare thy way. 2 Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on his work thy stedfast eye, So shall thy work be done: No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care, To Him commend thy cause, his ear Attends the softest pray'r. 3 Thine everlasting truth, Father, thy ceaseless love, Sells all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove; And whatse'er thou will'st Thou dost, O King of kings; What thine unerring wisdom chose, Thy pow'r to being brings. 4 Thou ev'ry where hast way, And all things servet thy might, Thy ev'ry act pure blessing is, Thy path unsully'd light: When thou arisest, Lord, What shall thy work withstand? When all thy children want, thou giv'st, Who, who shall stay thine hand? Languages: English

God moves in a mysterious way

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXII (1788) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: 1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sov'reign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. Languages: English

Away, my unbelieving fear

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXIII (1788) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: 1 Away, my unbelieving fear, Fear shall in me no more have place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no, I never will give up the shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with'ring fig-tree droop and die, The field elude the tiller's toil; The empty stall no herd afford, And perish all the bleating race, Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. 3 Barren although my soul remain, And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin, and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I win my Saviour trust, And glory that he dy'd for me. 4 In hope believing against hope, Jesus, my Lord, my God, I claim, Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up, Salvation is in Jesu's name; To me he soon shall bring it nigh, My soul shall then out-strip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. Languages: English

Soldiers of Christ, arise

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXXV (1788) Topics: Trusting in Providence Lyrics: Part the First. 1 Soldiers of Christ, arise, And put your armour on, Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son: Strong in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty pow'r, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 2 Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endu'd, But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God: That having all things done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 3 Stand then against your foes, In close and firm array, Legions of wily fiends oppose Throughout the evil day; But meet the sons of night, But mock their vain design, Arm'd in the arms of heav'nly light, Of righteousness divine. 4 Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul; Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace, And fortify the whole; Indissolubly join'd, To battle all proceed; But arm yourselves with all the mind That was in Christ your head. Languages: English