CCXLIV. PSALM CXLV. L. M. WATTS. M's The Goodness of God. I Y God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; On earth employ my humbler tongue, Till future glory raise the song. 2 3 4 5 1 The wings of every morn fhall bear The thanks which to my God are due. Thy goodness be my pleafing theme; 'Let diftant times and nations raise But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy love our utmoft thought exceeds; Vaft and unfearchable thy ways, Vaft and eternal be thy praife. CCXLV. PSALM CXLV. C. M. WATTS. The fame. WEET is the memory of thy grace, SWE My God, my heavenly King, Let age to age thy righteoufnefs In founds of glory fing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty fhines, And every want fupplies. 3 Their fuppliant eye thy creatures raise To thee for daily food ; Thy hand the wifhed for food conveys, 4 How kind are thy compaffiops, Lord! 5 All nature thro' its boundless space But faints, who tafte thy richer grace, CCXLVI. PSALM CXLVI. L. M. MERRICK. BW Truft in Providence. LEST, who their help in God alone, Whose goodness thro' his world is known, Repofe, and to the hand divine In each diftrefs their care refign. 2. That hand that formed the heavens and earth, 3 'Tis his, the injured cause to right, To crush the arm of lawless might, 4 5 6 I With hope the mourner to fuftain, The blind to guide, the weak uprear, 'Tis his, the orphan heart to cheer, CCXLVII. PSALM CXLVI. C. M. SQWDEN. Praise on Earth, and hope of nobler Praise in Heaven. IND NDULGENT Father, how divine, Thro' nature's ample round they fhine, 2 But in the nobler work of grace, 3 Such goodness, Lord, while I survey, When morning ushers in the day, 4 When glimmering life refigns its flame, The The fweet remembrance of thy name 6 Not feraphs, who thy love proclaim CCXLVIII. PSALM CXLVII. Long Met. In the beauteous Creation of GOD, no Object of his Love but his own moral Likeness. Α A I Pproach, ye virtuous, raise 2 On earth below, or heaven on high, 3 4 5 Benignly o'er his world he ftood; He looked, and bleffed, for all was good; Yet good though all, and all approved, But one was worthy to be loved. Material forms, however fair, No fenfe of God their Maker bear, Which every form of good purfues, Thy mind, O God, delighted views. CCXLIX. PSALM CXLVII. L. M. STEELE. I 2 3 4 5 6 Praife to GOD for the Seafons of the Year. Raife ye the Lord: how rich the theme! He speaks, and swiftly from the skies Now thick descending flakes of snow At his fierce ftorms of pattering hail, He speaks: the ice and fnow obey, But nobler works his grace record, |