Thy hand rewards, tho' all is thine: 9 Creatures with all their endless shine [pose. Thy friends with heavenly joy re8 The seraphim with sweetest tone Express the glory of thy sway, The elders, kneeling at thy throne, Serve thee, and deepest homage pay: Like them, before thy majesty, With humble awe I sink asham'd; Thou art in truth, O Lord most high, All that is great and holy nam'd. 3 Present alike in every place, 4 In wisdom infinite thou art, 5 Whate'er thou wilt, thou, Lord, canst do Here and in heaven above; But chiefly we rejoice to know Almighty God is love. 6 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have made; Thy goodness we rehearse, 7 With longing eyes thy creatures wait race Thy power and praise proclaim; May we, who taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. 2 Before thy face, O Lord most high, Sinks all created glory down: Yet be not wroth with me, that I, Vile worm, draw near thy awful throne. 3 Of all thou the beginning art, Of all things thou alone the end; On thee still fix my wavering heart: To thee let all my actions tend. 4 Thou, Lord, art light; thy native ray No shade, no variation knows; To my dark soul thy light display, The brightness of thy face disclose. 5 Thou, Lord, art love: from thee pure love [streams; Flows forth in unexhausted Let me its quick'ning virtue prove, O fill my heart with sacred flames. 6 Thou, Lord, art good, and thou 7 So shall my every power to thee 8 Lord God Almighty, ceaseless In heaven, thy throne, to thee is Here, as in heaven, thy name we bless, [heaven. For where thy presence shines is 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown: His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: His mercies ever shall endure, When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, from darkness, and the grave: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat: His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. I WILL sing to my Creator, Unto God I'll render praise, Still inclines his faithful heart And from endless misery: This unfathom'd condescension: 3 His good Spirit's best direction He vouchsafes me in his word, And his wings their kind protection In my pilgrimage afford: He endows my soul and spirit With the light of living faith, And escape the hell I merit: To o'ercome sin, world, & death, All things, &c. 4 My soul's welfare he advances, For my body he doth care: Aid and comfort he dispenses, When I call on him by prayer: When my natural strength is shrinkIn the time of utmost need, [ing, He, my God, draws nigh with speed, And recovers me from sinking: All things, &c. 5 As a hen is wont to gather Her young brood beneath her So has he, my heavenly Father, IN thee I live, and move, and am; 2 From thee I am, thro' thee I am, 3 Naked I came into this world, And nothing with me brought: And nothing have I here deserv'd; Yet I have lacked nought. 4 I do not praise my labouring hand, My labouring head, or chance: Thy providence, most gracious God, Is my inheritance. 5 Thy bounty gives me bread with 6 The daily favours of my God 8 O let my house a temple be, And praise our heavenly King. 191.* T. 151. COMMIT thou every grievance Into his faithful hands, To his sure care and guidance, Who heaven & earth commands: For he, the clouds' director, Whom winds and seas obey, Will be thy kind protector, And will prepare thy way. 2 Rely on God thy Saviour, So shalt thou safe go on; So shall thy work be done: Doth for thy children see: 4 My soul, then, with assurance His goodness will appear, T. 106. 2 What gain'st thou by thy anxious | 4 To all my weak complaints and caring? What causes thee to pine away? Thy rest and health thou art impairing [day: By sighs and groans from day to Thou art but adding grief to grief, Instead of getting sure relief. cries Thy mercy lent an ear, [learnt Ere yet my feeble thoughts had To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant-heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 3 0 could we be resign'd and quiet, station, Yea, wonderful in all his ways, Abase the proud, the humble raise. 6 Do thou with faith discharge thy [praise; Keep God's commands, live to his Rely on him for preservation, On whom the whole creation stays: The man that's truly wise and just, Makes God, & God alone, his trust. T. 14. 193. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 20 how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, [heart, That glows within my ravish'd But thou canst read it there. 3 Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redress'd, When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, [safe, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me And led me up to man. 7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way, And thro' the pleasing snares of vice, More to be fear'd than they. 8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renew'd my face; And when in sin and sorrow sunk, Reviv'd my soul with grace. 9 Ten thousand thousand precious My daily thanks employ; [gifts Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 10 Thro' every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; [thee, And after death, in heaven with The glorious theme renew. 11 When nature fails, & day & night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. 12 Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise: But O, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. 3 While like a tide our minutes flow, 7 Thy Spirit grant, that I discern WELL art thou leading, Guide supreme, seem, Thy people on their pilgrimage: Thy paths may strange and devious [pests rage, But yet are straight: - should temAmid the desolating blast, Thy calming voice is heard at last. 2 Thy wisdom scatters, Lord most high, [combine: What human prudence would Thy power upraises to the sky, What some in fetters would confine: Man, reading not thy perfect will, Walketh in some vain shadow still. 3 Thy thoughts are high, and soar above The vanities which all admire: No eloquence thine ear can move, Thy impulse must the tongue inspire: The Pharisee thou passest by, While mercy waits the sinner's cry. 4 We magnify thy grace, pure love Doth thy paternal heart excite; Thy pillar doth before us move, To dwell with men is thy delight: Thou watchest o'er us day by day, And lead'st us in the narrow way. 5 Thy mighty arm is our defence, Thou know'st how ignorant we are; Our actions prove our impotence, Thine, wondrous power and faithful care: [sheep Though to the world unknown, thy Thou in thy fold dost safely keep. 6 Sometimes thy rod may seem severe, Again thy love thou dost display; Thy gentle chastisement is near, Nature from grace, thy light from GIVE to the winds thy fears, Hope and be undismay'd; [tears, God hears thy sighs and counts thy God shall lift up thy head: Thro' waves, & clouds, & storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time, so shall the Soon end in joyous day. (night 2 He everywhere hath way, And all things serve his might, His every act pure blessing is, His path unsullied light: When he makes bare his arm, What shall his work withstand? When he his people's cause defends, Who, who shall stay his hand? 3 Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command, [own With wonder fill'd thou then shalt How wise, how strong his hand: Thou comprehend'st him not, Yet earth and heaven tell, God sits as sovereign on the throne, He ruleth all things well. 4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee, O lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee: Let us, in life and death, Boldly thy truth declare, And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care. CHILDREN of God lack nothing, His promise bears them thro'; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed; When we are prone to go astray: Soon as we mourning seek thy face, Thou bidd'st our wayward wander-And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread. ings cease. |