515. L. M. Cowper. The Providence of Life. 1 Almighty King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land, Whose grace is such a boundless store, No heart shall break that sighs for more! 2 Thy providence supplies my food, And 'tis thy blessing makes it good: My soul is nourished by thy word; Let soul and body praise the Lord. 3 My streams of outward comfort came From him who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want his bounty gives, By whom my soul forever lives. 4 Either his hand preserves from pain, Or, if I feel it, heals again; From strife and sorrow shields my breast, Or overrules them for the best.
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