2 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good 3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 4 Through every period of my life, 5 When nature fails, and day and night 6 Through all eternity to thee ADDISON. HYMN CCLXVIII. Common Metre. * The Spring. 1 WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale, And blossoms deck the spray; And fragrance breathes in every gale, 2 Hark, how the feather'd warblers sing! Soft musick hails the lovely spring, 3 How kind the influence of the skies! 4 Then let my wondering heart confess, The bounteous hand that deigns to bless 5 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, 6 O God of nature and of grace, 7 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join And love and gratitude divine Mrs. STEELE. HYMN CCLXIX. Common Metre. * 1 WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty hand 3 Treasures of everlasting might He gives the conquest to the weak, 4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die, But they who wait upon the Lord Shall find their strength increase. 5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, And taste the promis'd bliss; Till their unwearied feet arrive WATTS. * HYMN CCLXX. Common Metre. 1 WHEN death appears before my sight, In all his dire array, Unequal to the dreadful fight, 2 How shall I meet this potent foe, 4 Jesus, be thou my sure defence, 5 O, may I meet the final hour Sustain❜d by thine almighty power, 6 Lord, I commit my soul to thee, Accept the sacred trust; Receive this nobler part of me, And watch my sleeping dust. 7 Till that illustrious morning come, 8 O let me join their raptur'd lays, Mrs. STEELE HYMN CCLXXI. Long Metre. Christ the Life of the Soul. 1 WHEN doubts and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, Jesus, to thee, I lift mine eyes, To thee I breathe my strong desires. 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thine everlasting word, That word which built the earth and sky? 3 If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal hope is sure; His word a firm foundation gives, Here let me build and rest secure. 4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell; Immoveable the promise stands ; Not all the powers of earth and hell Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. 5 Here, then, my soul, thy trust repose, If Jesus is for ever mine, Not death itself, the last of foes, Mrs. STEELE, HYMN CCLXXII. Common Metre. b 1 WHEN fainting in the sultry waste, 2 Should, sudden to his hopeless eye, How would th' enlivening, sweet supply 3 So longs the weary fainting mind, Here flowing streams of life appear, 5 O when I thirst for thee, my God, And still, through all this desert road, 6 Then, let my prayer to thee ascend, My plaintive voice thou wilt attend, Mrs STEELE, HYMN CCLXXIII. Common Metre. * or b The Discipline of God's Providence. 1 WHEN I review the crooked ways, Through which my feet have trod, |