6 Creatures (as numerous as they be)

Are subject to thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee

But God is present there. 7 In heaven he shines with beams of love,

With wrath in hell beneath;
'Tis on his earth I stand or move,

And 'tis his air I breathe.
8 His hand is my perpetual guard,

He keeps me with his eye;
Why then should I forget the Lord
Who is for ever nigh?

420.

P.M.- Praise for daily Mercies.
1 WE'LL proclaim the wondrous story

Of the mercies we receive,
From the day-spring's dawning glory,

Till the fading hour of eve.
2 All the blessings heaven is lending,

We'll extol in grateful lays;
To his radiant throne ascending,

Wafted on the wings of praise. 3 In exalted rapture joining,

We'll employ our happy days,
All our grateful hearts combining
To declare his endless praise.

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!
Comfortable thoughts arise

From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Here, in the fair gospel field,

Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And
my

soul shall thirst no more.

3 Jesus is become at length,

My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,

While I live, my pleasant song.
4 Praise ye, then, his glorious name,

Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds,

Excellent are all his deeds.
5 Raise again the joyful sound,

Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee.

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,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

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,
With what glad accents shall I rise,

To join the music of the skies!
5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains,

Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

6 The cheerful tribute will I give,

Long as a deathless soul can live;
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

423. C.M.- Prosperity and Adversity. Eccles. vii. 14. 1 FATHER of mercies, God of love!

My Father and my God!
I'll sing the honours of thy name,

And spread thy praise abroad. 2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy various love surveys;
Where shall my grateful lips begin,

Or where conclude thy praise? 3 In every period of my life

Thy kindest thoughts appear;
Thy mercies gild each transient scene,

Ånd crown each circling year. 4 In all these mercies may my soul

A Father's bounty see,
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows,

Estrange my heart from thee.
5 Teach me, in times of deep distress,

To own thy hand, my God!
And in submissive silence hear

The lessons of thy rod.
6 In every varying mortal state,

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;
For death itself, my God, is life,

If thou art with me there.

424.

L.M.-Grace and Providence.
| ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand

Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,

No heart shall break that sighs for more. 2 Thy providence supplies my food,

And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourish'd by thy word,

Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3 My streams of outward comfort came

From him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,

By whom my soul for ever lives.
4 Either his hand preserves from pain,

Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan's malice shields my breast, ,
Or overrules it for the best.
5 Forgive the song that falls so low

Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.

425.
P.M.-Prosperity and Adversity. Hab. iii. 17, 18.
1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every 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 generous olive's use:
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,

Yellow sheaves of ripen’d grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:

4 All that spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her rich o'erflowing stores: 5 These to thee, my God, we owe;

Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise. 6 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear

From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-trees blasted shoot

Drop her green untimely fruit;
7 Should the vine put forth no more,

Nor the olive yield her store;
Though the sickening flocks should fall,

And the herds desert the stall;
8 Should thine altered hand restrain

The early and the latter rain:
Blast each opening bud of joy,

And the rising year destroy:
9 Yet to thee my soul should raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

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!
Streams of

mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount -0, fix me on it,

Mount of God's unchanging love!