Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy. 5 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I'll raise :
But Oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

L. M. 32.

Song of Gratitude and Praise.
I GOD of my life! through all my days,

I'll tune the grateful notes of 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,
The notes of praise, ascending high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the 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 chained to earth no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise

To join the music of the skies.
6 Then shall I learn th' exalted strains

That echo through the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

88 and 78. 33.

Praise to Jehovah.
I SAINTS! with pious zeal attending,

Now a grateful tribute raise;
Joyful songs, to heaven ascending,

Join the universal praise.
2 Round Jehovah's footstool kneeling,

Lowly bend with contrite souls;

Here his milder grace revealing,

Here his wrath no thunder rolls. 3 Every secret fault confessing,

Deed unholy-thought of sin,
Seize, Oh! seize the proffered blessing,

Grace from God, and peace within.
4 Heart and voice with rapture swelling,

Still the song of glory raise;
On the theme immortal, dwelling,
Join the universal praise.

L. M. 34.

Retirement and Devotion.
1 MY God! permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,

And thus debase my heavenly birth 3
Why should I cleave to things below,

And let my God, my Saviour, go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;

One sovereign word can draw me thence ;
I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;

Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven-and there my God, I find.

C. M. 35.

God, our Refuge.
1 DEAR refuge of my weary soul !

On thee, when sorrows rise,-
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,

My fainting hope relies,
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief,

For every pain I feel.
3 But Oh! when gloomy doubts prevail,

I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,

And all my hopes decline.
4 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sovereign grace

Be deaf when I complain?
5 No,-still the ear of sovereign grace

Attends the mourner's prayer:
Oh! may I ever find access

To breathe my sorrows there!
6 Thy mercy-seat is open still:

Here let my soul retreat ;
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.

C. M. 36.

Thirsting after Gud.
I WHEN fainting in the sultry waste,

And parched with thirst extreme,
The weary pilgrim longs to taste

The cool refreshing stream:
2 So longs the weary, fainting mind,

Oppressed with sins and woes,
Some soul-reviving spring to find,

Whence heavenly comfort flows. 3 Oh ! may I thirst for thee, my God!

With ardent, strong desire;
And still, through all this desert road,

To taste thy grace aspire. 4 Then shall my prayer to thee ascend,

A grateful sacrifice;
My mourning voice wilt thou attend,
And grant me full supplies.

C. M. 37.

God, as seen in Nature. 1 I SING th' almighty power of God,

That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad,

And built the lofty skies. 2 I sing the wisdom that ordained

The sun to rule the day ;

The moon shines full at his command,

And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,

And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord ! how thy wonders are displayed,

Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,

Or gaze upon the sky !
5 There's not a plant nor flower below,

But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,

By order from thy throne.
6 Creatures that borrow life from thee,

Are subject to thy care;
There 's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

C. M. 38.

Rejoicing in God, our Father. 1 COME, shout aloud the Father's grace,

And sing the Saviour's love;
Soon shall you join the glorious theme,

In loftier strains above.
2 God, the eternal, mighty God,

To dearer names descends;
Calls you his treasure and his joy,

His children and his friends.
3 My Father, God! and may these lips

Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony

Delight my listening ear.
4 Thanks to my God for every gift

His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.

L. M. 39. Perfections of God in his Government. I JEHOVAH reigns_his throne is high,

His robes are light and majesty;

His glory shines, with beams so bright,

No mortal can sustain the sight.
2 His terrors keep the world in awe;

His justice guards his holy law;
His love reveals a smiling face;

His truth and promise seal the grace.
3 Through all his works his wisdom shines,

And baffles Satan's deep designs;
His power is sovereign to full

The noblest counsels of his will.
4 And will this glorious Lord descend

To be my father and my friend?
Then let my songs with angels join:
Heaven is secure, if God be mine.

C. M. 40.

God, all in all.
1 MY God, my portion and my love,

My everlasting all !
I've none but thee in heaven above,

Or on this earthly ball.
2 What empty things are all the skies,

And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys

There 's nothing like my God.
3 In vain the bright, the burning sun

Scatters his feeble light:
"T is thy sweet beams create my noon;

If thou withdraw,-'t is night.
4 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,

If once compared with thee!
Or what's my safety, or my health,

Or all my friends to me?
5 Were I possessor of the earth,

And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,

I were a wretch undone.
6 Let others stretch their arms like seas,

And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of thy face,

And I desire no more.