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Gratitude to God for Innumerable Mercies.
i In glad amazement, Lord, I stand,
Amidst the bounties of thy hand ;
How rich, how various, and how fair! 2 But O what poor returns I make!
What lifeless thanks I pay thee back! Lord, I confess, with humble shame,
My offerings scarce deserve the name. 3 Fain would my laboring heart devise
To bring some nobler sacrifice;
What shall I render to my God? 4 In deep abasement, Lord, I see
My emptiness and poverty :
And make it worthier to be thine.
That heaven may echo with my song ; The theme, too great for time, shall be My joy throughout eternity.
Praise to the King of Glory.
His throne is built on high ;
Are light and majesty :
No mortal eye With beams so bright, Can bear the sight.
The thunders of his hand
Keep the wide world in awe,
To guard his holy law :
And seals the grace.
Of glory condescend ?
My Father and my Friend?
Join all my powers I love his word : And praise the Lord.
S. M. 121. MRS. STEELE,
Hymn of Gratitude.
To thee my all I owe;
From whence my blessings flow.
2 Thou, ever good and kind,
A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
More praise than life can give.
( what can I impart,
When all is thine before ?
The gift, alas, how poor!
5 0, let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.
C. M. 122.
TATE & BRADY. Praising God in all Changes. Psalm 34. 1 Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distrest
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all
Who on his succor trust.
4 O make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
Who in his truth confide.
5 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
He'll make your wants his care.
Our Saviour and our King,
Their humble praises bring.
T is his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,
And every hurtful snare.
Unblemished and complete,
With joys divinely great.
Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
To our Redeemer, God,
Wisdom and power belong, Immortal crowns of majesty
And everlasting song.
i Let us with a joyful mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
2 Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God,
Heaven's expanse and all its state ; 3 Did the solid earth ordain
How to rise above the main :
Filled the new-made world with light; 4 Caused the golden-tressèd sun
All the day his course to run ;
'Mid her spangled sisters bright. 5 All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
78. M. 125. MRS. BARBAULD.
Praise to God always, for all Things.
For the love that crowns our days :
Let thy praise our tongues employ!
Scatters o'er the smiling land ;
From her rich, o'erflowing stores ;3 These to thee, our God! we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;