GOD, THE CREATOR AND PRESERVER. 5. Then let our humble faith ad- 49 6. He ever lives to intercede VIII. GOD, AS CREATOR AND PRESERVER OF THE WORLD. 150.* T. 166, or 22. | 4. Thou stretchest to infinity, O GOD, thou bottomless abyss, Did not mere weakness me sur- Thy nature's everlasting rays seen; Thy wisdom's depths who can re- For thy dominion never ends. The highest heavens are thy seat, Have found thee an almighty friend. 5. Counsel and deed are one with thee, Perfection 's thine without degree, 6. Ah, who can render thee just To such thou dost thy love reveal From man, this shall his profit be; Salvation, life, flow from thy hand, 6. Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands 'Fore thee we prostrate fall, In heaven and on earth ador'd, As the great cause of all. 2. Thou canst not by our eyes be Thou art a Spirit pure, (seen, Who from eternity hast been, And ever shalt endure. 3. Present alike in every place, Thy Godhead we adore; Beyond the bounds of time and Thou dwellest evermore. (space 4. In wisdom infinite thou art, Thine eye doth all things see, And every thought of every heart Is fully known to thee. 5. Whate'er thou wilt, thou, Lord, canst do Here and in heaven above; But chiefly we rejoice to know Almighty God is love. have made; To my dark soul thy light display, | 4. pure love Flows forth in unexhausted streams; With eager hope, with warm desire, 7. So shall my every power to thee 8. Lord God Almighty, ceaseless In heaven, thy throne, to thee is Here, as in heaven, thy name we 153. T. 22. GIVE to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are all his ways: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 2. Give to the Lord of lords renown, He fills the sun with morning He bids the moon direct the night: That veils and darkens thy designs: The Kings of kings with glory The whole creation is thy charge, crown; His mercies ever shall endure, no more. 3. He built the earth, he spread And fix'd the starry lights on high: But man is thy peculiar care: Fly to the shadow of thy wings. The sons of Adam in distress 3. From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast: There mercy, like a river, flows, And we the living water taste: Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from thy presence, gracious Lord; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promis'd in thy word. Watts. 155.* T. 214. I WILL sing to my Creator, Magnifies his tender grace: Still inclines his faithful heart To support and take their part, Who pursue his blest intention; All things to their period tend, 2. My soul's welfare he advances, When I call on him by prayer: When my natural strength is shrinking, In the time of utmost need, He, my God, draws nigh with And recovers me from sinking: 3. This I know with full conviction, Do but for a time endure: After winter's frost and snowing Smiling summer then appears; After sadness, pains, and fears, Joyful comforts will be flowing: All things &c. 4. Since nor end, nor bounds, nor measure In God's mercies can be found, Heart and hands I lift with pleaAs a child in duty bound; (sure, Humbly I request the favour: Grant me grace both day and night Thee to love with all my might, Till I change this infant savour For that taste of bliss above, Perfect praise and endless love. P. Gerhard. 156. T. 14. IN thee I live, and move, and am; Thou number'st all my days: As thou renew'st my being, Lord, Let me renew thy praise. 2. From thee I am, thro' thee I am, And for thee I must be: 'Twere better for me not to live, Than not to live to thee. 3. Naked I came into this world, And nothing with me brought: And nothing have I here deserv'd; Yet I have lacked nought. 4. I do not praise my labouring hand, My labouring head, or chance: Thy providence, most gracious God, Is my inheritance. 5. Thy bounty gives me bread with A table free from strife: (peace, Thy blessing is the staff of bread, Which is the staff of life. 6. The daily favours of my God I cannot sing at large; Yet humbly can I make this boast, I am the Almighty's charge. 7. Lord, in the day thou art about The paths wherein I tread; And in the night, when I lie down, Thou art about my bed. 8. O let my house a temple be, That I and mine may sing Hosannas to thy majesty, Into his faithful hands, For he, the clouds' director, (mands: So shalt thou safe go on; By self-consuming care: 4. My soul, then, with assurance His goodness will appear, 158.* P. Gerhard. T. 106. HE that confides in his Creator, Depending on him all his days, Shall be preserv'd in fire and water, |