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And ev'ry deep and heart-felt groan

Is wafted to thine ear.
4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still;

Thy potent arm can save
From threatning danger and disease,

And the devouring grave.
5 When, pale and languid all the frame,

The ruthless hand of pain
Arrests the feeble pow’rs of life,

The help of man is vain. 6 "Tis thou, great God! alone canst check

The progress of disease;
And sickness, aw'd by pow'r divine,

The high command obeys.
7 Eternal Source of life and health,

And ev'ry bliss we feel !
In sorrow, and in joy, to thee

Our grateful hearts appeal.

167. C. M. TATE & BRADY. Encouragement from the experience of God's

goodness. 1 THRO' all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliv’rance I will boast,

Till all who are distrest

From my example comfort take,

And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of God encamp

around The dwellings of the just; Protection he affords to all

Who make his name their trust. 4 0 make but trial of his love!

Experience will decide, How blest are they, and only they,

Who in his truth confide. 5 Fear him, ye just, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear: Make you

his service your delight; Your wants shall be his care.



168. S. M. MRS STEELE. Obligation to gratitude and praise. 1 MY Maker, and my King!

To thee my all I owe:
Thy sov’reign bounty is the spring,

From whence my blessings flow. 2 Thou ever good and kind !

A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind

My heart to grateful love 3 The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live :
My God! thy benefits demand

More praise than tongue can give. 4 O what can I impart,

When all was thine before ? Thy love demands a thankful heart;

The gift, alas ! how poor! 5 Shall I withhold thy due ?

And shall my passions rove ? LORD ! make me to thy service true,

And fill me with thy love.

6 O let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire,

And all my days be thine.

169. L. M. WATTS.
Praise for temporal blessings.
I WE bless the LORD, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
Who pours his blessings from the skies,

And loads our days with rich supplies.
2 He sends the sun his circuit round,

To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground:
He bids the clouds with plenteous rain

Refresh the thirsty earth again.
3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath,

And all our near escapes from death:
Safety and health to God belong :

He helps the weak, he guards the strong. 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove

The common blessings of his love;
But the wide diff'rence shall appear,
When the rewarding day draws near.

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170. C. M. FLEXMAN.

God our constant benefactor.
1 GREAT God! to thee my grateful tongue

My fervent thanks shall raise :
Inspire my heart to raise the song,

Which celebrates thy praise.

2 From thy almighty forming hand

I drew my vital pow'rs;
My time revolves at thy command,

In all its circling hours.
3 Thy pow'r, my ever-present guard,

From ev'ry ill defends;
While num'rous dangers hover round,

My help from thee descends.
4 Beneath the shadow of thy wings,

How sweet is my repose!
Thy morning light renews the springs,

From whence my comfort flows. 5 In celebration of thy praise,

I will employ my breath :
And, walking steadfast in thy ways,

Will triumph over death.

171. L. M. DODDRIDGE. God the author of our comforts, our deliver

ances, and our hopes. 1 GREAT Source of life ! our souls confess

The various riches of thy grace;
Crown'd with thy mercy, we rejoice,

And in thy praise exalt our voice. 2 By thee, the vault of heav'n was spread;

By thee, the earth's foundations laid ;
And all the scenes of man's abode
Proclaim a wise and gracious God.

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