Though by thy daily bounty fed, 2 3 4 5 HYMN 206. S. M. God's distinguishing Goodness to Man. Thy glories round the earth are spread, I raise my wond'ring eyes, And see the moon, fair queen of night, When I survey the stars That fill the vaulted sky, Lord! what is man, that he should stand Or what the son of man, That thou should'st love him so Next to thine angels is he plac'd, Thine honours crown his head, While subject beasts obey; And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wond'rous are thy ways! Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame A monument of praise, WATTS. 2 3 4 HYMN 207. S. M. The heavenly Shepherd. W My Shepherd and my Guide, HILE God my Father's near, I bid farewell to anxious fear, To ever fragrant meads, Where rich abundance grows, His gracious hand indulgent leads, And guards my sweet repose. Along the lovely scene, Cool waters gently roll, And kind refreshment smiles serene, Here let my spirit rest: How sweet a lot is mine! With pleasure, food, and safety blest; Beneficence divine! 5 Great Shepherd! if I stray, To thy fair pastures guide my way, MRS. STEELE. HYMN 208. C. M. God's Condescension in becoming the Shepherd of Men. A ND will the Majesty of Heav'n And with a shepherd's tender care 2 And will he spread his guardian arms And cause us gently to lie down 3 And will he lead our weary souls Where rivers of salvation flow 4 What thanks can mortal men repay Or how can tongues of feeble clay 5 Eternal God! how mean are we! Our souls, o'erwhelm'd with humble joy, THE HYMN 209. L. M. Safety in public Diseases and Dangers. DODDRIDGE. HEY that have made their refuge God, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, God is their life; his wings are spread, God the Protector of Innocence. THINE is the throne; beneath thy reign, Great King of kings! the tribes profane Behold their dream of conquest o'er, 2 What eyes like thine, Eternal Sire! 4 Thou, Lord! thy servants' wish canst read, MERRICK. HYMN 211. 4 7's, and 2 10's Metre. LONG and mournful is the night, Mental night of gloomy fear: Source of comfort, source of light, 2 Morning of that glorious day, Which the blest enjoy above, Where joy triumphant fills the bright abode, Shall it, Lord, aspire in vain? O thou, my guide, my solace, and my rest! 4 Not in vain aspires the heart, That depends on thee alone; Light and joy thou wilt impart, Here let me wait beneath thy guardian wing, HYMN 212. L. P. M. Works of Creation and Providence. Ps. xxxiii. STEELE. Your Maker's praise becomes your voice; And the whole earth his goodness proves; Were all the starry armies made. 3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas, 4 Let mortals tremble, and adore A God of such resistless pow'r, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage: Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands, But his eternal counsel stands, And rules the world from age to age. WATTS. HILDREN, in years and knowledge young, Attend the counsels of my tongue; ་ |