Confess the footsteps of the God,
And bow before him, and adore.
HYMN XII.
The God of nature and of providence. 1 JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord : All nature rests upon his word :
His works proclaim his power divine;
O'er all the earth his glories shine.
2 Seasons and times obey his voice:
The ev'ning and the morn rejoice,
To see the earth made soft with show'rs,
Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flow'rs.
3 'Tis from his wat❜ry stores on high,
He gives the thirsty ground supply;
He walks upon the clouds, and thence
Doth his enriching drops dispense.
4 The desert grows a fruitful field;
Abundant fruit the meadows yield!
The vallies shout with cheerful voice,
And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.
9 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine;
In all the earth thy glories shine;
Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.
The providence of God in the seasons of th
1 ETERNAL Source of ev'ry joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear
To hail the Sovereign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness, when to veil the skies.
-3 The flow'ry spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours,
Through all our coasts, redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise:
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.
The bounty of God in the works of creation.
1 WE bless the Lord, the great, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
Who pours his blessings from the skies,
And loads our days with rich supplies.
2 He sends the sun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits and warm the ground;
In plenteous drops his genial rain
Revives the grass and swells the grain.
3 His bounteous hand, great Spring of Good,
Provides the whole creation food;
He ever gives, yet still has more;
His gifts can ne'er decrease his store.
4 We bless the Lord who reigns above,
Whose thoughts are kind whose, name is love
Whose bounty through creation flows,
And life and bliss on all bestows.
50 let our souls with joy record
The pow'r and goodness of the Lord;
How great his works, how kind his ways!
Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise.
Thanks to God for his bounteous provision
1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ ;
2 For the blessings of the field;
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's exalted juice;
For the gen'rous olive's use;
3 Flocks, that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripen' grain;
Clouds that drop their fatt ni g dews:
Suns, that temp'rate warmth diffuse :
4 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that lib'ral autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores.
5 These to thee, great God, we owe;
Source, whence all our blessings flow:
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
The goodness of God to all his creatures.
1 WE bless the God whose bounteous love
Through all ereation flows;
Who pours his blessings from above,
And life and bliss bestows.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies
3 With longing eyes his creatures wait
On him for daily food;
His lib'ral hand provides them meat,
And fills their hearts with good.
4 Benign Creator! bounteous Lord!
Where'er we turn our eyes,
Fruits of thy wisdom, pow'r, and love,
In beauteous order rise.
5 Then let our cheerful hearts and tongues
Proclaim the praise divine;
Thou, Lo d, hast given the rich increase,
And be the glory thine.
The peculiar goodness of God to mankind.
1 O LORD, how glorious is thy name,
Through the wide earth's extended frame!
Majestick glories form thy seat,
And heaven adores beneath thy feet.
2 When all thy shining works on high
We meditate with raptur'd eye;
The silver moon, the starry train,
Which gild the fair ethereal plain :
3 Lord, what is man, that he should share
Thy notice, thy indulgent care?
That man, frail child of earth, should be
The favourite of the Deity?
4 His place, thy forming hand assign'd,
But just below th' angelick kind ;·
With noblest favours circled round,
And with distinguish'd honours crown'd.
5 Invested him with power and sway,
And bid the subject brutes obey:
Sovereign of all thy works below,
To him the meaner creatures bow;
The bleating flocks, the lowing herds,
The gliding fish, the flying birds;
All that the earth's wide circuit yields,
Natives of air, or seas, or fields.
7 But still let man, adoring, own
That Thou, O Lord, art King alone;
And through the carth's extended frame-
Declare the glories of thy name.
Praise to God for his wonderful works.
1 YE sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.
2 Let the high heavens your songs invite,
Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,
And stars, that glow from pole to pole.
3 Sing earth, in verdant robes array'd,
Its herbs and flowers, its fruit and shade;
Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowls, and beasts, and worms,
4 View the broad sea's majestick plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns:
That band remotest nations joins,
And on each wave his goodness shines.
5 Ye sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.
6 Praise ye the Lord; our hearts shall join
'In work so pleasant, so divine;
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
HYMN XIX.
The beauties of nature.
1 HOW cheerful along the gay meads The lillies and herbage appear ;
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