Help with Thy grace through life's short day, Is more than voice can tell; to Him she sings, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. WORDSWORTH. To Him who feeds, who clothes, and who adorns, Who made, and who preserves whatever dwells In air, in steadfast earth, or fickle sea. SMART. O, all ye that e'er had savor Of God's everlasting favor, Come! come and help me grateful praises sing, To the world's King And my life's Giver. For his anger never lasteth, And his favor never wasteth. Though sadness be thy guest in sullen night, The cheerful light Will cheerful make thee. DAVISON. When shall our grateful raptures rise ANONYMOUS. |