3 He found us in the desert wide, And did from thence remove: Still may He us vouchsafe to guide, 4 He is our Comforter and Light, His cloud by day, His fire by night 5 To those calm happy seats may He With all whose love and piety 6 To the blest co-eternal Three As was, and is, all glory be, ANOTHER. I O THOU, whose wisdom, power, and love, Which those vast orbs that roll above, 2 The rich, the poor, the mean, the great, 3 The meanest worm that creeps on earth Is not below Thy care; And we, although of humble birth, 4 Whoe'er Thy Being dare dispute, Are silenced here with ease; The stones themselves would them confute, 5 The' Almighty be their strong defence, Who still concur with Providence ANOTHER. I FATHER Of Mercy, hear our prayer, How slow to wrath, how prone to spare, 2 Thou chiefly dost Thy boundless power 3 This still shall be our grateful theme, Our friends the kind refreshing stream, 4 Our joy would soon o'erflow the banks, Did we not thus look down with thanks, 5 To God the Father, God the Son, Who yet are not three Gods, but One, 6 The blest, eternal Trinity, Whom heaven and earth adore, A YEARLY HYMN FOR CHARITY CHILDREN. I AGAIN the kind revolving year 2 Our watchful guardians, robed in light, Adore the heavenly King; Ten thousand thousand seraphs bright 3 They know no want, they feel no care, Nor ever sigh as we; Sorrow and sin are strangers there, 4 If aught can there enhance their bliss, 5 With what resembling care and love Our friendly guardians, those above; ANOTHER. I TRIUMPHAL notes, and hymns of joy, 2 Thou mak'st the world obey Thy will, Thy word bids winds and waves be still, 3 Thy sacred Spirit on Jordan's stream Thou didst from wrath and sin redeem; 4 That law, by our kind patrons' care, Though once far off, we now are near, 5 May He to every bounteous friend Till they and we with Him ascend A HYMN AT THE OPENING OF A I LIFT up your heads, ye lofty gates; For here the King of Glory waits 2 'Twas love Divine, 'twas sovereign grace, True bounty's endless spring, Did us so near God's altars place, 3 To psalms and hymns we may aspire, If anthems are too high; And follow the celestial choir In decent harmony. 4 With holy souls we here may meet, 5 How blest, if always thus we might And singing pass to realms of light, A HYMN FOR ANY SCHOOL. I ON this auspicious happy day 2 Be His dread name on earth confest, 3 What is the' employment of the blest, But songs of praise and love? The breath from heaven we did receive, And while we on His bounty live, We'll wonder and adore. 4 Rescued from want, and vice, and shame Our great Creator's love proclaim, |