Next to thine angels is he placed, 5 How rich thy bounties are! 6 O Lord, our heavenly King! Thy glories round the earth are spread, 155. C. M. MRS. STEELE. God's constant Mercy. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! gracious Lord! 2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 3 How many blessings round me shone, How many passed almost unknown 4 Each rolling year new favors brought 5 While sweet reflection through my days 6 Yes, I adore thee, gracions Lord! For favors more divine, That I have known thy sacred word, 156. C. M. ADDISON. The Same. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God! Transported with the view, I'm lost 2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul 3 When, in the slippery paths of youth, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 4 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou 5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts. 6 Through every period of my life 157. L. M. DODDRIDGE God's Mercies above all Return. 1 IN glad amazement, Lord, I stand, Amidst the bounties of thy hand: How numberless those bounties are! How rich, how various, and how fair! 2 But O, what poor returns I make : What lifeless thanks I pay thee back! Lord, I confess, with humble shame, My offerings scarce deserve the name, 3 Fain would my laboring heart devise To bring some nobler sacrifice ;It sinks beneath the mighty load, 'What shall I render to my God?' 4 To him I consecrate my praise, And vow the remnant of my days; Yet what, at best, can I pretend Worthy such gifts from such a friend! 5 In deep abasement, Lord, I see My emptiness and poverty: Enrich my soul with grace divine, And make me worthier to be thine. 6 Give me at length an angel's tongue, That heaven may echo with my song: The theme, too great for time, shall be The joy of long eternity. God our constant Benefactor. 1 My Maker, and my King! To thee my all I owe : MRS. STEELE, Thy sovereign bounty is the spring 2 Thou ever good and kind! When all is thine before? 5 Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love. 6 Olet thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. 159. S. M. WATTS. God's abounding Compassion. Ps. 103. 1 My soul, repeat his praise 2 High as the heavens are raised Far as the east is from the west, To those that fear his name, 5 Our days are as the grass, 6 But thy compassions, Lord, And children's children ever find 160. S. M. WATTS. Bless the Lord for his Mercies. Ps. 103. 1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul; And aid my tongue to bless his name 2 O bless the Lord, my soul; 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins; 4 He crowns thy life with love |