« IndietroContinua »
4 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear ;
Drop her green, untimely fruit;
The early and the latter rain,
And the rising year destroy ;-
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
L. M. 126. BOWRING.
Praise at Morning, Noon, and Night. 1 When, wakened by thy voice of power,
The hour of morning beams in light,
And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright. 2 The morning strengthens into noon;
Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair ; And noon and morning shall attune
My grateful heart to praise and prayer. 3. When, 'neath the evening western gate,
The sun's retiring rays are hid,
E’en as the pious patriarch did. 4 As twilight wears a darker hue,
And gathering night creation dims,
5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,
My constant inspirations be;
every shifting scene of time Reflect, my God, a light from thee. C. M.
The bounties of Thy grace,
For them that seek thy face!
Oft makes their cup run o'er ; And in the covenant of thy love
They find diviner store. 3 Thine eyes shall read those grateful thoughts
No language can express;
Our debts do most increase.
To utter half thy praise, Loud to the honor of thy name
Eternal hymns we'll raise
C. P. M.
Praise for God's Love.
1 My God! thy boundless love I praise :
How sweetly bloom below!
And o'er the earth they flow.
2 'T is love that paints the purple morn,
Their genial drops distil;
And glides in every rill.
Whose sweets perfume the gale:
And smile on every vale.
Proclaiming sins forgiven; There Faith, bright cherub, points the way To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heaven.
And ardent gratitude;
My soul's eternal good.
TATE & BRADY.
YE boundless realms of joy,
Above the starry frame;
To sing his praise.
Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
To him your homage pay.
And clouds that move Ye heavens above, In liquid air.
Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
They all from nothing came.
United zeal be shown,
His wondrous fame to raise,
Deserves our endless praise.
The sky transcends. S. M. 130.
O bless the Lord, my soul!
His grace to thee proclaim;
To bless his holy name.
His mercies bear in mind;
The Lord to thee is kind. He pardons all thy sins, Prolongs thy feeble breath; He healeth thine infirmities,
And ransoms thee from death.
4 He clothes thee with his love,
Upholds thee with his truth, And, like the eagle, he renews
The vigor of thy youth.
Whose grace hath made thee whole ; Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days:
O bless the Lord, my soul !
7. M. 131.
MONTGOMERY. Glory to God in the Highest. i Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born ;
Captive led captivity.
Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Songs of praise to sing above. 5 Borne upon the latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death ;