Imatges de pÓgina

C. M. Warwick. Litchfield. 22

Goodness of God seen in his Works.
HAIL, great Creator-wise and good!

To ihee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,

Invites us to thy praise,
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,

Fresh wonders strike our view;
And while we gaze, our hearts exult,

With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star,

Which gilds the gloom of night ;
And decks the smiling face of morn

With rays of cheerful light,
4 The lofty hill-the humble lawn,

With countless beauties shine;
The silent grove—the awful shade,

Proclaim thy power divine.
5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes

Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult

Thy works instructive page!
6 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,

Thy varied love we see;
Oh may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.

L. M. Pomfret. Rothwell. 23

Goodness of God.
INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns
Through all the wide, celestial plains;
And thence its streams redundant fiow,
And cheer th' abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's works its glories shine;
The cares of providence are thine;
And grace erects our ruined frame,
A fairer temple to thy name.
3 Oh! give to every human heart
To taste and feel how good thou art!
With grateful love and holy fear,

To know how blest thy children are. f

4 Let nature burst into a song;
Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong;
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise,
All vocal with your Maker's praise !

S. M. Hudson. Mornington 24 God our Creator and Benefactor,

MY Maker and my King!

To thee my all I owe;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring,

Whence all 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 I can give.
4 Lord, what can I impart,

When all is thine before;
Thy love demands a thankful heart;

The gift, alas! how poor!
5 Shall I withhold thy due?

And shall my passions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,

And fill it with thy love.
6 Oh let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,

And all my days be thine. 25

L. M. Danvers. Alfreton.
THIS frame, O God-these noble powers,

To thy creating hand I owe;
Thy providence preserves me safe,

And crowns my every wish below.
2 Oft in the visions of the night,

My thoughts o'et all thy mercies rove;
And, every midnight wakeful hour,

I trace the wonders of thy love
3 The pleasing, unexhausted theme

Each rising morn my soul pursues
In fervent prayer ascends to thee,

And still her grateful song renews.
4 Thy mercies, Lord, through endless years,

Shall all my raptured powers employ ; mf Yet endless years will only swell

My wonder, gratitude, and jov.


0. M. Bolton. Great Milton. YE humble souls, approach your God

With songs of sacred praise ;
For he is good-immensely good,

And kind are all his ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care ;

In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare

The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his well beloved Son,

To save our souls from sin ;
Tis here he makes his goodness known,

And proves it all divine.
4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come,

And here our hope relies;
A safe defence-a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.
5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

The souls who trust in thee;
Their humble hope thou wilt reward

With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy almighty love

What honors shall we raise !
Not all the raptured songs above

Can render equal praise.


C. M.

St. John's. Eustis.
THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess;

Thy goodness we adore ;
A spring, whose blessings never fail-

A sea without a shore !
2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love declare

In every golden ray;
Love draws the curtains of the night,

And love brings back the day.
3 Thy bounty every season crowns,

With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vines,

With strengthening grain, the fields.
4 But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,

Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,

Without a cloud between.

5 There pardon, peace, and holy joy,

Through Jesus' name are given;
He on the cross was lifted high,

That we might reign in heaven. 28

C. M. Howard's. Brattle Street
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I'll raise :
But oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise ! 29

C. M. Nottingham. London.
ETERNAL POWER—almighty God!

Who can approach thy throne?
Accessless light is thine abode,

To angel eyes unknown.
2 Before the radiance of thine eye,

The heavens no longer shine;
And all the glories of the sky

Are but the shades of thine.
mp 3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend

To cast a look below?
To this vile world thy notice bend
These seats of sin and wo?


4 How strange ! how wondrous is thy love !

With trembling we adore :
Not all th' exalted minds above

Its wonders can explore.
f 5 While golden harps and angel tongues

Resound immortal lays, mp Great God, permit our humble songs f To rise and speak thy praise.,

C. M. Greenfield. Medford, 30

God is Love.
AMID the splendors of thy state,

O God, thy love appears, р

Soft as the radiance of the moon

Among a thousand stars.
2 In all thy doctrines and commands,

Thy counsels and designs,
In every work thy hands have framed,

Thy love supremely shines.
f 3 Sinai, in clouds, and smoke, and fire,

Thunders thine awful name; р

But Zion sings, in melting notes,

The honors of the Lamb.
f1l 4 Angels and men, the news proclaim

Through earth and heaven above,
And all with holy transport sing

That God the Lord is love 31

C. M.

Bolton. Ormond,
COME, ye that know and fear the Lord,

And list your souls above;
Let every heart and voice accord,

To sing—that God is love.
2 This precious truth his word declares,

And all his mercies prove ;
While Christ, th’ atoning Lamb, appears,

To show-that God is love.
3 Behold his loving-kindness waits,

For those who from him rove,
And calls of mercy reach their hearts,

To teach them-God is love.
4 And oh that you, whose hardened hearts

No fears of hell can move,
> May hear the gospel's milder voice

That tells you-God is love.

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