94. s. M. MRS. STEELE.

Praise for existence and protection.

1.

My Maker, and my King,
To thee my all I owe;

Thy sovereign 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 life can give.

4.

Oh! what can I impart,

When all is thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart: The gift, alas, how poor!

5.

O let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine.

95. c. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Joy and prosperity from the blessing of God.

1.

SHINE on our souls, eternal God,
With rays of beauty shine :
O let thy favour crown our days,
And all their round be thine.

2.

Did we not raise our hearts to thee,
Our hands might toil in vain :
Small joy success itself would give
If thou thy love restrain.

3.

With thee let every week begin,
With thee each day be spent,
For thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by thee is lent.

4.

Thus cheer us through this desert road
Till all our labours cease,
And heaven refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

96. C. M.

ANDREW MARVEL.

Gratitude to God.

1.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2.

O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare

Which glows within my ravish'd heart? But thou canst read it there.

3.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ:

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

4.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And, after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.

5.

When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

6.

Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise:

For oh! eternity alone
Can utter all thy praise.

97. P. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

Praise in prosperity and adversity.

1.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ:

2.

For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the generous olive's use.

3.

Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain, Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :

4.

All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores :

5.

These to thee, O God, we owe; Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6.

Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit:

7.

Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;

Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;

8.

Should thine alter'd hand restrain
The early and the latter rain;
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy;

9.

Yet to thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

98. L. M. WATTS.

Praise to God for his gracious providence.

1.

WITH all my powers of heart and tongue
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song and join the praise.

2.

Angels, that make thy church their care,
Shall witness my devotion there,
While holy zeal directs mine eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.

3.

I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and names below
So much thy power and glory show.

4.

Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.