5. Fair is the lot that’s cast for me; I have an Advocate with Thee; They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast. 6. Poor though I be, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe and must succeed For whom the Lord Himself does plead. W. Cowper, 1779, a. 523 L. M. Help me, O Lord, in fear and need, Have mercy, to my prayer give heed! I know Thou lov’st me still as Thine, Though world and hell ’gainst me combine. 2. My God and Lord, I trust in Thee; What need I if Thou art with me? And Thou, Lord Jesus Christ, art mine; My God and Savior, I am Thine. 3. Therefore my happiness is great; I am content, for Thee I wait, Trust wholly in Thy name, and then I know Thy help is sure. Amen. Martin Moller, 1598. 524 C. M. 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 sovereign 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. W. Cowper, 1772. 525 7, 6, 8 l Commit whatever grieves thee At heart, and all thy ways, To Him who never leaves thee, On whom creation stays, Who freest courses maketh For clouds and air and wind, Who care and counsel taketh A path for thee to find. 2. On God repose forever If thou wouldst prosper sure; On his work gaze thou ever, If thine is to endure. By anxious care and grieving, By self-consuming pain, God is not moved to giving; By prayer must thou obtain. 3. Thy grace, that ever floweth, O Father, what is good Or evil, ever knoweth, To mortal flesh and blood. What to Thine eye all-seeing, And to Thy counsel wise Seems good must into being, O mighty Prince, arise.