2 Come, all ye pining, hungry poor,
Your Father's bounty taste;
Behold a never-failing store
For every willing guest.
3 Here shall your numerous wants receive A free, a full supply;
God has unmeasured bliss to give,
And joys that never die.
4 Can those who hear the Saviour's voice Renounce celestial joys,
And cling with fond and fatal choice
To earth's delusive toys?
5 Lord, bring unwilling souls to Thee
With sweet, resistless power;
Thy boundless grace let sinners see,
And at Thy feet adore.
1 How rich Thy favours, God of Grace! How various, how divine!
Full as the ocean they are poured,
And bright as heaven they shine.
2 He to eternal glory calls,
And leads the wondrous way
To His own palace, where He reigns
In uncreated day.
3 Jesus, the herald of His love,
Displays the radiant prize,
A crown of never-ending bliss,
To our admiring eyes.
4 The songs of everlasting years
That mercy shall attend,
Which leads, through sufferings of an hour, To joys that never end.
1 My God! all Nature owns Thy sway 1
Thou givest the night, and Thou the day:
When all Thy loved creation wakes,
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the opening flower,
To Thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to Thee belong.
2 Or when, in paler tints arrayed,
The evening slowly spreads her shade; -
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enlivening bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire;
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the softened heart to Thee.
3 In every scene Thy hands have dressed,
In every form by Thee impressed,
Upon the mountain's awful head,
Or where the sheltering woods are spread,
In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,-
A voice is heard of praise and love.
4 As o'er Thy works the seasons roll,
And soothe with change of bliss the soul,
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human sense in vain!
But oft, as on their charms we gaze,
Attune the wondering soul to praise;
And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from Thy favours rise.
1 With glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord who o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
2 How surely 'stablished is Thy throne,
Which shall nor change nor period see;
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.
3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss their troubled waves on high;
But God above can still the noise,
And make the angry sea comply.
4 O Father! make Thy servants pure,
And calm our souls that proudly swell;
For all Thy laws are fixed and sure,
And peace becomes Thy temple well!
1 My God! Thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze,
How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from Thy eternal throne,
Through heaven its joys for ever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.
2 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on every vale.
3 But in Thy gospel see it shine,
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;
There Faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heaven.
4 Then let the love that makes me blest With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To Thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.
5 Dart from Thine own celestial flame
One vivid beam, to warm my frame
With kindred energy;
Mark Thine own image on my mind,
And teach me to be good and kind,
And love and bless like Thee.
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall Thy mercy show,
Each night Thy love record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes; And nature all our senses held In bands of sweet surprise.
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