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6 Creatures (as numerous as they be)
Are subject to thy care;
But God is present there. 7 In heaven he shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath;
And 'tis his air I breathe.
He keeps me with his eye;
P.M.- Praise for daily Mercies.
Of the mercies we receive,
Till the fading hour of eve.
We'll extol in grateful lays;
Wafted on the wings of praise. 3 In exalted rapture joining,
We'll employ our happy days,
421. P.M.—“O Lord, I will praise thee." Isa. xii. 1. 1 I WILL praise thee every day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
From the bleeding sacrifice.
Wells of free salvation yield
soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become at length,
My salvation and my strength;
While I live, my pleasant song.
Publish his exalted fame!
Excellent are all his deeds.
Let the nations roll it round!
422. L.M.-Praise to God through the whole of our Existence.
Ps. cxlvi. 2. 1 GOD of my life, through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night. 2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high
Shåll check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But oh! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain’d to flesh no more,
To join the music of the skies!
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,
6 The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul can live;
423. C.M.- Prosperity and Adversity. Eccles. vii. 14. 1 FATHER of mercies, God of love!
My Father and my God!
And spread thy praise abroad. 2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy various love surveys;
Or where conclude thy praise? 3 In every period of my life
Thy kindest thoughts appear;
Ånd crown each circling year. 4 In all these mercies may my soul
A Father's bounty see,
Estrange my heart from thee.
To own thy hand, my God!
The lessons of thy rod.
Each bright, each dreary scene, Give me a meek and humble mind,
Still equal and serene. 7 Then should I close my eyes in death,
Without one anxious fear;
If thou art with me there.
L.M.-Grace and Providence.
Supports the weight of sea and land,
No heart shall break that sighs for more. 2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
From him who built this earthly frame;
By whom my soul for ever lives.
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
For the love that crowns our days;
Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the generous olive's use:
Yellow sheaves of ripen’d grain;
4 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
From her rich o'erflowing stores: 5 These to thee, my God, we owe;
Source whence all our blessings flow;
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 6 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Drop her green untimely fruit;
Nor the olive yield her store;
And the herds desert the stall;
The early and the latter rain:
And the rising year destroy:
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
426. P.M.-Ebenezer; or grateful Praise. 1 Sam. vii. 12. 1 COME, thou fount of every blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace!
mercy never ceasing,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Mount of God's unchanging love!