L. M.

119.

Doddridge.

Gratitude to God for Innumerable Mercies.

1 IN glad amazement, Lord, I stand,
Amidst the bounties of thy hand;
How numberless these bounties are,
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;
It sinks beneath the mighty load:
What shall I render to my God?

4 In deep abasement, Lord, I see
My emptiness and poverty:
Enrich my soul with grace divine,
And make it worthier to be thine.

5 Give me at length an angel's tongue,
That heaven may echo with my song;
The theme, too great for time, shall be
My joy throughout eternity.

1

THE Lord Jehovah reigns;

His throne is built on high;

The garments he assumes

Are light and majesty:

His glories shine

No mortal eye

With beams so bright, Can bear the sight.

2 The thunders of his hand

Keep the wide world in awe,
His power and justice stand
To guard his holy law:

And where his love His truth confirms

Resolves to bless,

And seals the grace.

3 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend?
And will he write his name
My Father and my Friend?

I love his name,

I love his word:

S. M.

Join all my powers
And praise the Lord.

121.

Hymn of Gratitude.

1 My Maker and my King, To thee my all I owe;

MRS. STEELE,

Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
From whence my blessings flow.

2 Thou, ever good and kind,
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.

3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than life can give.

4 O what can I impart,

When all is thine before?

Thy love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas, how poor!

5

O, 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,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distrest

From my example comfort take,
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

How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then Have nothing else to fear:

Make you his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.

84

Praise for Preserving Grace.

1 To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring.

2 T is his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 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.

7s. M.

124.

MILTON

Joyful Praise.

1 LET us with a joyful mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God,
Who by wisdom did create
Heaven's expanse and all its state;

3 Did the solid earth ordain
How to rise above the main :
Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;

4 Caused the golden-tressed sun
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.

5 All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth.

7s. M.

125.

MRS. BARBAuld.

Praise to God always, for all Things.

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 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores;-

3 These to thee, our God! we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.