Olney Hymn 65 Grace And Providence

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.

Thy providence supplies my food,

And 'tis Thy blessing makes it good;

My soul is nourish'd by Thy Word,

Let soul and body praise the Lord!

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.

Either His hand preserves from pain,

Or, if I feel it, heals again;

From Satan's malice shields my breast,

Or overrules it for the best.

Forgive the song that falls so low Beneath the gratitude I owe!

It means Thy praise: however poor,

An angel's song can do no more.