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Divine Goodness in Afliction. DODDRIDGE. | 2 He bids us make his glories known, --I GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame,
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down We hear thy breath in every storm,
Through every rising race.
3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, 2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, And they again to theirs ; They work thy sovereign will;
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.
4 Thus shall they learn in God alone * Thy mercy tempers every blast
Their hope securely stands,
That they may ne'er forget his works, And mingles, with the tempest's roar,
But practise his commands. The whispers of thy grace. 4 Those gentle whispers let me hear,
“ His Greatness is Unsearchable."
139. Till all the tumult cease, And gales of Paradise shall lull
1 Great God, on whose sustaining power My weary soul to peace.
Unnumbered worlds depend;
Whom none can comprehend, 138.
Pious Education of Children. 1's. 78. I LET children hear the mighty deeds 2 With wondering reverence we adore, Which God performed of old;
With awe before thee bend, Which, in our younger years, we saw, Whom none, but by tbine inward light And which our fatlicrs told.
And spirit, apprehend.
HYMNS OF THE SPIRIT
Glory to God in the Highest. MONTGOMERY. 1 Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born; Songs of praise arose when he Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away ;
Songs of praise shall crown that day: God will make new heavens and earth; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
For the love that crowns our days.
Let thy praise our tongues employ 2 All that Spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
From her rich, o'erflowing stores, 3 These to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 4 Yes, to thee my soul shall raise
Grateful, never-ending praise;
Love thee for thyself alone 144.
4 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
6 Borne upon the latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Spread wide his Maker's name around, 1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay ;
Till heaven shall echo back the sound, Let each enraptured thought obey,
In songs of holy joy.
Delight in God's Glory.
1 Parent of good, thy works of might
I trace with wonder and delight: 2 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
Thy name is all divine. To join the thunders of the skies, There's nought in earth or sea or air, Praise Him who bids you roll:
Or heaven itself, that's good or fair, His praise in softer notes declare,
But is entirely thine.
2 To thee my warm affections move
In sweet astonishment and love, 8 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing; While at thy feet I fall. Ye feathered warblers of the spring, I pant for nought beneath the skies : Harmonious anthems raise
To thee my ardent wishes rise, To Him who shaped your finer mould, 0
my eternal All! Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
3 What shall I do to spread thy praise, And tuned your voice to praise.
My Gol, through my remaining days?
Or how thy name adore ?
And thine for everinore.
And all my thoughts and passions tend | My God, thy boundless love I praise : To thee, my Father and my Friend, How bright on high its glories blaze! My soul's eternal good.
How sweetly bloom below! It streams from thine eternal throne; 148. Providential Goodness of God. EXETER COL. Through heaven its joys for ever run, And o'er the earth they flow.
1 GREAT Source of unexhausted good,
Who giv'st us health and friends and food 2 Tis love that paints the purple morn, And peace and calin content, And bids the clouds, in air upborne, Like fragrant incense, to the skies, Their genial drops distil:
Let songs of grateful praises rise
For all thy blessings lent.
2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy providence attends our way, 3 But in thy word I see it shine
To guard us and to guide; With grace and glories more divine, Thy grace directs our wandering will, Proclaiming sins forgiven;
And warns us, lest seducing ill There Faith, bright cherub, points the Allure our souls aside.
way To realms of everlasting day,
3 To thee our lives, our all, we owe, And opens all her heaven.
Our peace and sweetest joys below,
And brightest hopes above; Then let the love that makes me blessed Then let our lives, and all that's ours With cheerful praise inspire my breast,
Our souls, and all our active powers, And ardent gratitude;
Be sacred to thy love.