CCLX. Proper Metre. UNKNOWN. Praife the Tribute of all, but Love the Tribute of Man.' I 2 3 Power fupreme! O high above all height! Thou gaveft the fun to thine, and thou art light; Whether he falls or rifes in the skies, He by thy voice is taught to fall or rise : Swiftly he moves, refulgent in his sphere, And measures out the day, the month, the year; He wakes the flowers that fleep within the earth, And calls the fragrant infants out to birth.. The fragrant infants paint th' enamelled vales; With native incenfe load the balmy gales; The balmy gales the fragrancy convey To heaven, and to their God their offering pay. 4 Pregnant with moving life all nature teems; And life thou feedeft from a thousand ftreams: Pleased with thy gifts the various tribes appear, And in their joy their gratitude declare. 5 But joy and filent praise befeem not man: He viwes, admires his Maker's wondrous plan; Bleft, he the hand that bleffes him perceives; And on his foul the spirit of love receives. CCLXI. Common Metre. UNKNOWN. Filial Truft in GOD. GOD, on thee we all depend, In thee the Father and the Friend, 2 With open hand, and liberal heart, The The best of bleffings ftill impart, 3 We know not what is good and fit, 4 In thy paternal love and care 5 We own no ill, while God provides; And heaven, whate'er on earth betides, CCLXII. Long Met. T UNKNOWN. The rich Goodness of God to all. HE earth, and all the heavenly frame, 2 The ground with plenty fmiles again, 3 Nor to the human race alone Is his paternal goodness known; 4 A very 4 A very worm yields not its breath, I CCLXIII. Common Metre STÉELE. Creation and Providence. HERE'ER I turn my raptured eyes, WMy God, thy footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleafing wonders rise, 2 The living tribes of countless forms, The meanest flies, the smallest worms, 3 All rose to life at thy command, From thy paternal bounteous hand, 4 The meads, arrayed in fmiling green, 5 The fruitful tree, the blooming flower, Their varied charms difplay thy power, 6 The fun's all animating beams The growing verdure spread; While kindly rains and nurt'ring ftreams His genial influence aid. 7 The moon and ftars his abfent light I CCLXIV. Comon Met. STEELE. The Divine Goodness to Man. HY wifdom, power and goodnefs, Lord, But most thy praise fhould man record, 2. From thee the breath of life he drew, His brittle frame fuftains. 3 Thy providence, his conftant guard 4 Yet nobler favours claim his praise; By revelation's brighter rays Still more divinely bleft. 5 All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart; Thy gifts with ever grateful heart, Short I 2 3 4 CCLXV. Short Metre. STEELE. No Love equal to Divine Goodness. Y Maker and my King, Mi Thy fovereign bounty is the fpring, Thou ever good and kind, The creature of thy hand, Oh! what can I impart, When all is thine before? Thy love demands a grateful heart, The gift, alas, how poor! Still my affections rove : Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love. My foul with love divine; May my beft thoughts to thee afpire, And all my will be thine. Long |