Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide. 2 The birds without barn or storehouse are fed; From them let us learn to trust for our bread: His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied, So long as ’tis written, The Lord will provide. 3 We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed On perilous deeps, but can not be lost: Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide, The promise engages, The Lord will provide. 4 His call we obey, like Abrah’m of old, Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold: For though we are strangers, we have a good guide, And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide. 5 No strength of our own, or goodness, we claim; But since we have known the Saviour’s great name, In this our strong tower for safety we hide— The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide. 6 When life sinks apace, and death is in view, The word of his grace shall comfort us through: Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side, We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide. 101 8s & 7s. Praise the King of heaven. Praise, my soul, the King of heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing? Praise him! praise him! Praise the everlasting King! 2 Praise him for his grace and favor To our fathers in distress; Praise him, still the same for ever: Slow to chide, and swift to bless; Praise him! praise him! Glorious in his faithfulness! 3 Father-like he tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hands he gently bears us— Rescues us from all our foes; Praise him! praise him! Widely as his mercy flows! 4 Angels, help us to adore him: Ye behold him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before him; Dwellers all in time and space, Praise him! praise him! Praise with us the God of grace! 102 10s & 11s. God glorious. O, worship the King all-glorious above, And gratefully sing his wonderful love— Our shield and defender, the ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise. 2 O tell of his might, and sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is his path on the wings of the storm. 3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.