SONGS of immortal praise belong To thee are due our heart, our tongue, II How great the works which thou hast wrought! How glorious in our sight! How most correct is nature's frame! IV Nature and time, and earth and skies V To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace, Is our divinest skill; And he's the wisest of our race That best obeys thy will. 25* THE SAME. I GREAT GOD! the heav'ns' well order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name; There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear, Of boundless pow'r and skill divine. II From night to day, from day to night, III Where'er the sun beams forth abroad, THE LOVE OF GOD. I GREAT GOD! how wondrous are thy ways! How firm thy truth! how large thy love! Thou takest mercy for thy throne, And thence dost make thy kindness known. II Not half so high GOD's pow'r hath spread III Not half so far his pow'r hath plac'd The causeless fears of those he loves. IV Thou, mighty GOD! the wise, the just! Know'st that our frame is feeble dust; And wilt no heavy load impose Beyond the strength that thou bestow'st. V Thy constant love, O GOD! is sure, GOD OUR FATHER AND OUR FRIEND. I ALMIGHTY GOD! we all depend Thou wilt our father, and our friend, II With open hand, and lib'ral heart, III Thou knowest what is good and fit, IV In thy paternal love and care Our cheerful hearts confide; Thy mercies all our comfort are, Thy wisdom is our guide. V Almighty GOD! we all depend Thou wilt our father, and our friend, PRAISE TO GOD FOR ALL HIS MERCIES. I O PRAISE the LORD, our souls! And aid our tongues, to praise his name, II O praise the LORD, our souls! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. III 'Tis he forgives our sins: 'Tis he relieves our pain; 'Tis he who heals our sicknesses, And gives us health again. IV He fills the poor with good; He gives the suff'rers rest: His justice shall oppressors find, His mercy the opprest. V He who preserves from death, |