GOD, THE CREATOR AND PRESERVER.

5. Then let our humble faith ad- 6. He ever lives to intercede

His mercy and his power; (dress We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

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Before his father's face; (plead, Give him, my soul, thy cause to Nor doubt the Father's grace.

Watts.

VIII. GOD, AS CREATOR AND PRESERVER OF THE

(182.) 150.*

WORLD.

T. 166, or 22.14. Thou stretchest to infinity,

The highest heavens are thy seat,
Thy glorious name, thy majesty
Thou art as Lord by all ador'd,
No seraph can conceive or mete:
For every knee to thee must bend;
Who thus have knelt and grace
Have found thee an almighty friend.
implor'd,

5. Counsel and deed are one with
thee,

And justice in thy court presides;
Perfection 's thine without degree,
And love thy character abides:
Thy mercy, faithfulness, and grace
Each morning unto us are new,
And every day brings fresh displays
Of thy protecting care to view.

No single atom comes by chance: 6. Ah, who can render thee just Wert thou not, nothing e'er had praise?

been.

(combin'd;

Who? tho' his heart and tongue 3. All things with thee are possible, No temple is thy dwelling place, Thy will in heaven and earth is Thy worship cannot be confin'd; done; (veal, By building shrines, where thou Thy wisdom's depths who can reshalt dwell, Or who thy mind hath fully known? Thy proper aim is ne'er attain'd; No limits thee can circumscribe, To such thou dost thy love reveal Thy kingdom everywhere extends; As humbly on thy word depend. None can thy greatness e'er de- 7. Service, not gifts, thou dost demand From man, this shall his profit be;

scribe,

For thy dominion never ends.

Salvation, life, flow from thy hand, 6. Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands

Thy fire in wrath consumes thy In shining characters display'd

Thy power and praise proclaim; J. J. Breithaupt. May we, who taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name.

2. Thou canst not by our eyes be Ev'n earth and dust thy bounties

3. Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore;
Beyond the bounds of time and
Thou dwellest evermore. (space Yet be not wroth with me, that I,

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,

To my dark soul thy light display, 4. He fills the sun with morning The brightness of thy face disclose. light,

5. Thou, Lord, art love: from thee He bids the moon direct the night: pure love His mercies ever shall endure, Flows forth in unexhausted streams; When suns and moons shall shine Let me its quickening virtue prove,

no more.

O fill my heart with sacred flames. 5. He sent his Son with power to

(grave: From guilt, from darkness, and the Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 6. Thro' this vain world he guides our feet,

And leads us to his heavenly seat:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no

Watts.

more.

(186.)

HIGH in the heavens, eternal God,

Here, as in heaven, thy name we Thy goodness in full glory shines; (heaven. Thy truth shall break thro' every

bless,

For where thy presence shines is cloud

(185.)

keep;

Freylinghausen. That veils and darkens thy designs: For ever firm thy justice stands, 153. T. 22. As mountains their foundations (hands: Great are the wonders of thy Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 2. Thy providence is kind and large, (share; Both man and beast thy bounty The King of kings with glory The whole creation is thy charge,

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,

crown:

But man is thy peculiar care:
My God, how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort

springs;

The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
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.

(188.)

Heart and hands I lift with plea-
As 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,
Watts. Till I change this infant savour
For that taste of bliss above,
Perfect praise and endless love.
P. Gerhard.

155.* T. 214.

I WILL sing to my Creator,
Unto God I'll render praise,
Who by every thing in nature
Magnifies his tender grace:
Nought but loving condescension
Still inclines his faithful heart
To support and take their part,
Who pursue his blest intention;
All things to their period tend,
But his mercy has no end.
2. My soul's welfare he advances,
For my body he doth care:
Aid and comfort he dispenses,
When I call on him by prayer:

156.

(189.)
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.

When my natural strength is 4. I do not praise my labouring

shrinking,

In the time of utmost need,
He, my God, draws nigh with
speed,

And recovers me from sinking:
All things, &c.

3. This I know with full conviction,

As a maxim ever sure, Christian crosses and affliction

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,

hand,

My labouring head, or chance :
Thy providence, most gracious
Is my inheritance. (God,
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

(stay, Erskine. He that makes God his staff and Builds not on sand that glides away. 2. What gain'st thou by thy anxious