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CCLX. Proper Metre. UNKNOWN.

Praife the Tribute of all, but Love the Tribute of Man.'

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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.

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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.

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Common Metre. UNKNOWN.

Filial Truft in GOD.

GOD, on thee we all depend,
On thy paternal care:

In thee the Father and the Friend,
Do all thy ways endear.

2 With open hand, and liberal heart,
Thou wilt our wants fupply;

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The best of bleffings ftill impart,
Nor one good thing deny.

3 We know not what is good and fit,
But wifdom guides thy love;
To thine appointments we fubmit,
And all thy will approve.

4 In thy paternal love and care
Our cheerful hearts confide ;
Thy mercies all our comfort are,
Thy wisdom is our guide.

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We own no ill, while God provides;
To hope, is to be bleft;

And heaven, whate'er on earth betides,
Will prove that all was best.

CCLXII. Long Met.

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The rich Goodness of God to all.

HE earth, and all the heavenly frame,
Their great Creator's love proclaim;
He gives the fun his genial power,
He fends the foft refreshing shower.

2 The ground with plenty fmiles again,
And yields her richeft fruits to men;
To men, who from thy bounteous hand
Receive the gifts of every land.

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Nor to the human race alone

Is his paternal goodness known;
The tribes of earth, and fea, and air,
Partake his univerfal care.

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4 A very worm yields not its breath,
Till God permits the ftroke of death.
Thus fweetly all perfections blend
In thee, Creator, Father, Friend!

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CCLXIII. Common Metre STÉELE.

Creation and Providence.

HERE'ER I turn my raptured eyes,

WMy God, thy footsteps shine;

Ten thousand pleafing wonders rise,
And speak their fource divine.

2 The living tribes of countless forms,
In earth, and fea, and air,

The meanest flies, the smallest worms,
Almighty power declare.

3 All rose to life at thy command,
And wait their daily food

From thy paternal bounteous hand,
Exhaustless fource of good!

4 The meads, arrayed in fmiling green,
With wholesome herbage crowned;
The fields with corn, a richer fcene,
Spread thy full bounties round.

5 The fruitful tree, the blooming flower,
In varied charms appear;

Their varied charms difplay thy power,
And thy impreffion bear.

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
Supply with borrowed rays,
And deck the fable veil of night,
And speak their Maker's praife.
8 Thus wherefoe'er I turn my eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps fhine;
To thee my thoughts delighted rife,
And all my heart is thine.

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CCLXIV.

Comon Met. STEELE.

The Divine Goodness to Man.

HY wifdom, power and goodnefs, Lord,
In all thy works appear;

But most thy praise fhould man record,
Man, thy diftinguished care.

2. From thee the breath of life he drew,
That breath thy power maintains,
Thy tender mercy ever new

His brittle frame fuftains.

3 Thy providence, his conftant guard
When threatning ills impend,
Or will th' impending dangers ward,
Or timely fuccours lend.

4 Yet nobler favours claim his praise;
Of reafon's light poffeft,

By revelation's brighter rays

Still more divinely bleft.

5 All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart;
O teach me to improve

Thy gifts with ever grateful heart,
And ever feek thy love.

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CCLXV.

Short Metre. STEELE.

No Love equal to Divine Goodness.

Y Maker and my King,
To thee my all I owe;

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Thy fovereign bounty is the fpring,
From whence my bleffings flow.

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

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

Oh! what can I impart,

When all is thine before?

Thy love demands a grateful heart,

The gift, alas, how poor!

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Still my affections rove :

Lord, form this wretched heart anew,

And fill it with thy love.

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My foul with love divine;

May my beft thoughts to thee afpire,

And all my will be thine.

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