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C. M.
God the trust of his saints.
O thou my light, my life, my joy,
My glory and my all!
Unsent by thee, no good can come,
Nor evil can befall.
2 Such are thy schemes of providence,
And methods of thy grace,
That I may safely trust in thee
Through all this wilderness.
3 ’Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm
Upholds me in the way;
And thy rich bounty well supplies
The wants of every day,
4 For such compassion, O my God!
Ten thousand thanks are due;
For such compassion I esteem
Ten thousand thanks too few.