3 He found us in the desert wide, And did from thence remove: Still may He us vouchsafe to guide, 4 He is our Comforter and Light, His cloud by day, His fire by night 5 To those calm happy seats may He With all whose love and piety 6 To the blest co-eternal Three As was, and is, all glory be, ANOTHER. I O THOU, Whose wisdom, power, and love, Which those vast orbs that roll above, 2 The rich, the poor, the mean, the great, 3 The meanest worm that creeps on earth Is not below Thy care; And we, although of humble birth, Thy Godlike bounty share. 4 Whoe'er Thy Being dare dispute, Are silenced here with ease; The stones themselves would them confute, If we should hold our peace. 5 The' Almighty be their strong defence, Who still concur with Providence ANOTHER. I FATHER of Mercy, hear our prayer, How slow to wrath, how prone to spare, 2 Thou chiefly dost Thy boundless power 3 This still shall be our grateful theme, Our friends the kind refreshing stream, 4 Our joy would soon o'erflow the banks, Did we not thus look down with thanks, 5 To God the Father, God the Son, Who yet are not three Gods, but One, 6 The blest, eternal Trinity, Whom heaven and earth adore, A YEARLY HYMN FOR CHARITY CHILDREN. I AGAIN the kind revolving year 2 Our watchful guardians, robed in light, Adore the heavenly King; Ten thousand thousand seraphs bright Incessant praises sing. 3 They know no want, they feel no care, Nor ever sigh as we; Sorrow and sin are strangers there, And all is harmony. 4 If aught can there enhance their bliss, 5 With what resembling care and love Our friendly guardians, those above; ANOTHER. ■ TRIUMPHAL notes, and hymns of joy, 2 Thou mak'st the world obey Thy will, Thy word bids winds and waves be still, And chides them into rest. 3 Thy sacred Spirit on Jordan's stream Thou didst from wrath and sin redeem; 4 That law, by our kind patrons' care, Though once far off, we now are near, 5 May He to every bounteous friend Till they and we with Him ascend A HYMN AT THE OPENING OF A I LIFT up your heads, ye lofty gates; 2 'Twas love Divine, 'twas sovereign grace, True bounty's endless spring, Did us so near God's altars place, 3 To psalms and hymns we may aspire, If anthems are too high; And follow the celestial choir In decent harmony. 4 With holy souls we here may meet, 5 How blest, if always thus we might And singing pass to realms of light, A HYMN FOR ANY SCHOOL. I ON this auspicious happy day 2 Be His dread name on earth confest, What is the' employment of the blest, 3 The breath from heaven we did receive, 4 Rescued from want, and vice, and shame Our great Creator's love proclaim, |