3 If what we ask our God denies,
It is because he's good and wife;
And ills which cause our hearts to mourn,
Thou canst to real bleffings turn.
4 Deep, Lord, upon our thankful breast
Let all thy favours be impreft;
That we may never more forget
The whole, or any fingle debt.
5 May we, with grateful hearts each day
For all thy gifts our praises pay;
And ftill delighted may we be
In all things to give thanks to thee !
I WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!
My rifing foul furveys,
Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 O how fhall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,
That glows in my enraptur'd heart !---
But thou canft read it there.
3 Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrefs'd,
When in the filent womb I lay
Or hung upon the breast.
4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray❜r.
5 Unnumber'd comforts on my foul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom thofe comforts flow'd.
6 When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedlefs fteps I ran,
Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
7 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way;
And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.
8 When worn by fickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs
Hath made my cup run o'er ;
And in a kind and faithful friend,
Hath doubled all my store.
10 Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart,
Which tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in diftant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
12 When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more;
My ever grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy fhall adore.
13 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful fong I'll raise-
For oh! eternity alone
Can utter all thy praise.
Praise to God for his greatness and mercy.
1 GLORY be to God on high,
God, whofe glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiv'n,
Man, the well-belov'd of heav'n :
Glory be to God on high,
God, whofe glory fills the sky.
2 Favour'd mortals, raise the song ;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise :
3 Call the tribes of beings round,
From creation's utmoft bound;
Where the Godhead fhines confefs'd,
There be folemn praise address'd:
4 Mark the wonders of his hand !
Pow'r, no empire can withstand ;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream :
5 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promis'd bleffings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging paffions cease:
Divine majesty and goodness in the terrible appearances
1 AWAKE, my foul, to hymns of praise,
To God the fong of triumph raise;
Adorn'd with majesty divine,
What pomp, what glory, Lord, are thine!
2 Light forms his robe, and round his head
The heavens their ample curtain spread;
See on the wind's expanded wings
The chariot of the King of kings!
3 Around him rang'd in awful state,
Dark filent ftorms attentive wait;
And thunders ready to fulfil
The mandates of his fov'reign will.
4. From earth's low margin to the skies
He bids the dusky vapours rife;
Then from his magazines on high,
Commands the imprifon'd winds to fly.
5 The lightning's pallid sheet expands,
And showers descend on furrow'd lands;
Whilft down the mountain's channel'd fide
The torrent rolls in fwelling pride.
6 Till spent its wild impetuous force,
And fettled in its deftin'd course,
It waters all the fruitful plains,
And life in various forms fuftains.
7 Thus clouds, and ftorms, and fires obey
Thy wife and all-controlling fway;
And whilft thy terrors round us ftand,
We fee a Father's bounteous hand.
HYMN 37. 10s. M.
Thanks to God for creation and preservation.
1 THOU pow'r fupreme, by whofe command we live!
The grateful tribute of our praise receive :
To thy indulgence we our being owe,
And all the joys which from that being flow. 2 Not many funs have form'd the rolling year, And run their deftin'd courfes round this fphere,
Since thy creative eye our form furvey'd, 'Midft undistinguish'd heaps of matter laid. 3 Thy skill our elemental clay refin'd, The vagrant particles in order join'd; With perfect fymmetry compos'd the whole, And ftamp'd thy facred image on the foul; 4 A foul fufceptible of endless joy,
Whofe frame nor force, nor time, fhall e'er deftroy;
Which fhall furvive, tho' nature claim our breath,
And bid defiance to the darts of death;
5 To realms of blifs with active freedom foar,
And live when earth and fkies fhall be no more :
Author of life! in vain our voice effays
For this immortal gift to fpeak thy praise.
6 How fhall our hearts their grateful sense reveal,
Where all the energy of words must fail ?
O may its influence in our lives appear,
And ev'ry action prove our thanks fincere !
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