4 In all these blessings may my soul
A Father's bounty see;

Nor let the gifts thy hand bestows
Allure my heart from thee.

5 But, O my God, one gift alone
My wants will fully meet;
Thy pard'ning love, in thy dear Son,
Will make my bliss complete.

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ATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glories shine!

For ever be thy Name ador'd,
For knowledge so divine.

2 Here springs of consolation rise,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And thirsty souls receive supplies,
And sweet refreshment find.

3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.

4 Oh! may these hallow'd

pages

be

Our joy by day and night;
And still new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light.

5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Oh! grant our fervent pray'r;
Teach us to love thy sacred word,
And view the Saviour there.

1 FATHER of mercies! let our songs
With thee acceptance find;

Thy lovingkindness we confess,
To us and all mankind.

2 Thanks for creation are thy due,
For life preserv'd by thee,
And all the blessings life affords,
So great and yet so free;

3 Thanks for redemption, above all,
To us in Jesus given;

Thanks for the means of grace on earth,
And for the hope of heaven.

4 Oh! let a sense of this thy grace
Our best affections move;

That while our lips thy praise proclaim,
Our hearts may feel thy love.

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FATHER of mercies! send thy grace,

All-pow'rful from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

2 Oh! may our sympathizing breast
That gen'rous pleasure know,
Freely to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.

3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus look'd on dying men,
Enthron'd above the skies;
And when he saw their lost estate,
Felt his compassion rise.

5 Since Christ, to save our guilty souls,
On wings of mercy flew;

We, whom the Saviour thus hath lov'd,
Should love each other too.

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FATHER! to thee our hearts we lift ;

Our hope on thee depends;

For ev'ry good and perfect gift

From thee alone descends.

2 Wisdom and mercy, grace and might,
O Lord, are thine alone;

Nor can we come before thy sight,
But only through thy Son.

3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought;
Our good is all divine;
The praise of ev'ry holy thought,
And righteous word, is thine.

4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive
The pow'r on thee to call:

In thee we are, by thee we live :
Thou, Lord, art all in all!

ATHER! to thee we pray,

FAT

Thou source of love and pow'r! Oh! hear us, whose brief passing day Fades as a fading flower!

2 Deep-laden with our sin,
Another year has flown;

How dark and deep our guilt has been
Thou knowest,-thou alone.

3 Yet, Jesus, at thy feet,

In humble joy, we fall;
That thy one sacrifice, complete,
Once hath aton'd for all.

4 Oh! still, through life and death,
Our souls with strength supply;
Help us to fight the fight of faith,
And give us victory.

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FATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sov'reign will denies,

Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:

2 Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From ev'ry murmur free;

The blessings of thy grace impart,
And let me live to thee.

3 Let the sweet hope, that thou art mine,
My life and death attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

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OR mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive,

From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

2 Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My best is still defil'd with sin,
My all is nothing worth.

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make,
For all he has bestow'd;
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.

4 The best return from one like me,
So wretched and so poor,

Is, on his gifts to found a plea,
And ask him still for more.

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ORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
To thy protection, Lord, we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Saviour, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.

2 Long have we roam'd in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
'Wilder'd in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-toss'd.
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.

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FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!

How rich thy bounties are!

The changing seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth

The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.