3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down,
And marks their course, and bounds their
Thy law the angry nations own,
And noise and war are heard no more.

power;

4 Then peace returns with balmy wing:
Sweet peace! with her what blessings fled!
Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing,
Reviving commerce lifts her head.

5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord!
All move subservient to thy will;
Both peace and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfil.

6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore:

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O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues,
Confess thy goodness and adore!

HYMN 119. c. M.

Thanksgiving for a plentiful harvest.
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons as they move

Proclaim thy constant care.

When in the bosom of the earth

The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,

And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;

The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

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Thy various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

We own and bless thy gracious sw
Thy promise still is sure;

Seed-time and harvest, night and da
And cold and heat endure.

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Praise for national mercies.

HOW rich thy gifts, almighty Kin
From thee our various comforts spr
Our peaceful homes and genial sl
The blessings liberty bestows,
The eternal joys the gospel shows-
All from thy boundless goodness r
With grateful hearts, with joyful tong
To God we raise united songs,

His power and mercy we proclaim;
Britons through every age shall own,
Jehovah here has fix'd his throne,

And triumph in his mighty name. Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun,

O still may God in Britain reign; Crown her just counsels with success, With peace and joy her borders bless, And all her sacred rights maintain !

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SCRIPTURAL SUBJECTS.

HYMN 121. P. M.

Praise to Abraham's God and ours.

THE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
Jehovah, great I AM,

By earth and heaven confess'd !
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever bless'd.

The God of Abraham praise,

At whose supreme command

From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;

And him my only portion make,

My shield and tower.

The God of Abraham praise,

Whose all-sufficient grace

Shall guide me through my pilgrimage,

In all his ways:

Till I behold his face,

In heaven his power adore,

And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.

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HYMN 122. c. M.

The holiness of God.

HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;

Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry,
Thrice holy! let us sing.

Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;

But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.

The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay thou, my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a contrite heart
To his sublime abode.

Thou holy God! preserve our souls
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

HYMN 123. P. M.

Praise to God the Son.

1 YE servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name;
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God reigneth on high, almighty to save:
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 Then let us adore, and give him his right,
All glory and power, and wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.

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HYMN 124. c. M.

The condescension of God.

THUS speaks the high and lofty One,
Ye tribes of earth give ear,

The words of your almighty King
With sacred reverence hear:
"Amidst the Majesty of heaven,
My throne is fix'd on high;
"And through eternity I hear
"The praises of the sky.

"Yet, looking down, I visit oft
"The humble, hallow'd cell,
"And with the penitent who mourn

""Tis my delight to dwell.

"The downcast spirit to revive,

"The sad in soul to cheer,

"And from the bed of dust the man

"Of contrite heart to rear.

"With me dwells no relentless wrath
66 Against the human race;

"The souls which I have form'd shall find
"A refuge in my grace."

HYMN 125. c. M.

Providence mysterious.

GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.