To us with that dear name is given, Pardon, and holiness, and heaven. 2 Father, our all in all thou art,

Our rest in toil, our ease in pain, The balm that heals each broken heart, In war our peace-in loss our gain; Our smile beneath oppression's frown, In shame our glory and our crown. 3 In want, our plentiful supply—

In weakness, our almighty power—
In bonds, our perfect liberty-

Our light in trouble's darkest hour:
Our hope, our stay, whate'er befall,
Our life, our bliss, our all in all.

334. C. M.

1 ALL-GRACIOUS God! our fleeting days
Thy constant favors share;
And blessings, in thy truth and grace,
Thou ever dost prepare.

2 In all thy doings, thou art good,
And all thy ways are love;
Thou sheddest on our pilgrim-road
The day-spring from above.

3 Thy mercies know nor depth nor bound, A sea without a shore!

O may our hearts with love abound,
That we may praise thee more!

4 In every scene of woe or weal,
May we revere thy will,

And evermore thy blessing feel,
While we thy law fulfil.

335. L. M.

1 ERE mountains reared their forms sublime, Or the fair earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time,

From everlasting thou art God. 2 A thousand ages in their flight

With thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to thy sight,

At once their various scenes display. 3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, A passing thought, that soon is o'er, That fades with morning's earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. 4 To us, O Lord, true wisdom give,

Our days in works of love to spend, Till we at length with thee shall live, Where life and bliss shall never end.

336. C. M.

1 A SONG of endless praise belongs
To our almighty God:

He has our hearts, and he our tongues,
To spread his name abroad.

2 How great the works his hand hath wrought! How glorious in our sight!

And men in every age have sought
His wonders with delight.

3 How most exact is nature's frame!
How wise th' eternal mind!

His counsels never change the scheme
That his first thoughts designed.

4 Nature, and time, and earth, and skies,
Thy heavenly skill proclaim:
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to know thy name?

5 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace, Is our divinest skill;

And he's the wisest of our race,
Who best obeys thy will.

337. C. M.

1 ETERNAL Power! almighty God!
Who can approach thy throne?
Accessless light is thine abode,
To mortal eyes unknown.

2 Before the radiance of thine eye
The heavens no longer shine,
And all the glories of the sky
Are but the shade of thine.

3 Great God! and wilt thou condescend To cast a look below

To this dim world thy notice bend,
These seats of sin and wo?

4 How overpowering is thy love!—
With trembling we adore;

Not all th' exalted minds above
Its wonders can explore.

5 While golden harps and angel-tongues Resound immortal lays,

Great God! permit our humble songs
To rise and mean thy praise.

338. L. M.

1 THE glittering heaven's refulgent glow, And sparkling spheres of golden light, Jehovah's work and glory show,

By burning day or gentle night. 2 In silence through the vast profound, They move their orbs of fire on high, Nor speech, nor word, nor answering sound Is heard upon the tranquil sky.

3 Yet to the earth's remotest bar,

Their burning glory all is known;
Their living light has sparkled far,
And on th' attentive silence shone.
4 By sunny ray and starry throne,

The wonders of our mighty Lord
To man's attentive heart are known,
Bright as the promise of his word.

1 THY name we extol, Jehovah our King; For ever in thee we'll triumph and sing;

From morning to evening thy goodness we'll praise, And, while we have being, thy honor we'll raise.

2 How great is the Lord! no tongue can make known The infinite God; eternal his throne;

And great be his praises, by all be they given,
By men and by angels, on earth and in heaven.

3 His goodness and truth, how rich do they prove! No anger he bears—his nature is love;

To all he is tender, and good doth impart :
To him will we render the praise of the heart.

1 THERE's not a tint that decks the rose,
Or paints the lily fair,

Or streaks the humblest flower that grows,
But God has placed it there.

2 At early dawn there's not a gale
Across the landscape driven,

And not a breeze that sweeps the vale,
That is not sent by heaven.

3 There's not of grass a single blade,
Nor leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.

4 There's not a star whose twinkling light Shines on the distant earth,

And cheers the silent gloom of night,
But mercy gave it birth.

5 There's not a cloud whose dews distil
Upon the thirsty clod,

And clothes with verdure vale and hill,
That is not sent by God.

341. S. M.

10 ALL-CREATING God!

At whose supreme decree,
Our body rose a breathing clod,
Our souls sprung forth from thee.
2 For this thou hast design'd,
And form'd us man for this,

To know, and love thyself, and find
In thee our endless bliss.