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Goodness of God to Soul and Body. Ps. 103.



1 2 Giver of sunshine and of rain;

Ripener of fruits on hill and plain; 1 Bless, O my soul! the living God;

Fountain of light, that, rayed afar,
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad:

Fills the vast urns of sun and star;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

3 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay i 2 Bless, O my soul! the God of grace;

Sole trust when life shall pass away; His favors claim thy highest praise :

Teacher of hopes that light the gloom Why should the wonders he hath wrought

of death, and consecrate the toinb; Be lost in silence, and forgot?

4 Patient, with headstrong guilt to bear. 8 Our youth decayed, his power repairs ; Slow to avenge, and kind to spare;

His mercy crowns our growing years ; Listening to prayer, and reconciled He satisfies our mouth with good,

Full quickly to thy erring child And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 4 He'sees the oppressor and the oppressed, 174.

Divine Goodness. And often gives the sufferers rest;

1 TRIUMPHANT, Lord, thy goodness reigns, But will his justice more display

Through all the wide celestial plains;' In the last great rewarding day.

And its full streams redundant flow 173.

Down to the abodes of men below
Loving-kindness of God.
| FATHER, to thy kind love we owe 2 Oh give to every human heart
All that is fair and good below:

To taste and feel how good thou art; Bestower of the health that lies

With grateful love, and reverent fear, On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes ; To know how blest thy children are !



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Providential Bounties improved. DODDRIDGE. | 2 To thee perpetual thanks we owe 1 FATHER of lights, we sing thy name, For all our comforts here below:

Who kindlest up the lamp of day: Our daily bread thy bounty gives,
Wide as he spreads bis golden flame, And every rising want relieves.
His beams thy power and love display.

3 To thee we cheerful homage bring , 2 Fountain of good, from thee proceed In grateful hymns thy praises sing: The copious drops of genial rain,

On thee we ever will depend, Which, o'er the hill and through the mead, The rich, the sure, the faithful Friend.

Revive the grass and swell the grain. 3 Oh let not our forgetful hearts


The Beneficence of God O'erlook the tokens of thy care;

1 God of the universe, whose hand But what thy liberal hand imparts

Hath sown with suns the fields of space, Still own in praise, still ask in prayer!

Round which, obeying thy command, 4 So shall our suns more grateful shine, Unnumbered worlds fulfil their race,

And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine, 2 How vast the region where thy will
And thou, O God! enjoyed in all.

Existence, form, and order gives,

Pleased the wide cup with joy to fill, 176.

For all that grows and feels and lives ! Gratitude and Reliance. I Great Lord of earth and seas and skies, 3 Lord, while we thank thee, let us learn Thy wealth the needy world supplies ;

Beneficence to all below: And, safe beneath thy guardian arm, They praise thee best whose bosoms bura We live secured from every harm. Thy gifts on others to bestow


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Praising God for Mercies. WATTS. 1 2 He leads me to the place 1 On bless the Lord, my soul !

Where heavenly pasture grows, Let all within me join,

Where living waters gently pass And aid my tongue, to bless his name

And full salvation flows. Whose favors are divine.

3 If e'er I go astray, 2 Oh bless the Lord, my soul !

He doth my soul reclaim, Nor let his mercies lie

And guides me in his own right way, Forgotten in unthankfulness,

For his most holy name. And without praises die.

4 While he affords his aid, 8 Tis he forgives thy sins;

I cannot yield to fear: 'Tis he relieves thy pain;

Though I should walk thro' death's dark 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,

shade, And makes thee strong again.

My Shepherd's with me there. 4 He crowns thy life with love;


" Ny time are in thy hand."
He rescues from the grave:
He that redeemed my soul from death 1 “My times are in thy hand : "
Hath sovereign power to save.

My God, I'd have them there:

My life, my friends, my soul, I leave 179. God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.

Entirely to thy care. | The Lord my Shepherd is;

2 “My times are in thy hand," I shall be well supplied :

Whatever they may be, Since he is mine, and I am his,

Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, What can I want beside ?

As best may seem to theo.



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The Hearens declare the Glory of God.

What though no real voice nor sound 1 The spacious firmament on high,

Amid their radiant orbs be found !With all the blue ethereal sky,

In reason's ear they all rejoice, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, And utter forth a glorious voice; Their great Original proclaim.

For ever singing, as they shine, The unwearied sun, from day to day, “ The hand that made us is divine." Does his Creator's power display,


God in Creation. W. B. O. PEABODY And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.

1 God of the rolling orbs above,

Thy name is written clearly bright 2 soon as the evening shades prevail,

In the warm day's unvarying blazo, The moon takes up the wondrous tale,

Or evening's golden shower of light: And nightly to the listening earth

For every fire that fronts the sun, Repeats the story of her birth;

And every spark that walks alone While all the stars that round her burn,

Around the utmost verge of heaven, And all the planets, in their turn, Were kindled at thy burning throne. Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 2 God of the world, the hour must conie

And nature's self to dust return; 3 What though in solemn silence all Her crumbling altars must decay;

Move round this dark terrestrial ball! Her incense-fires shall cease to burn :

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