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L. M. Brewer. Watervlllo.
GREAT God! let all my tuneful powers
Awake, and sing thy mighty name:
Thy hand revolves my circling hours-
Thy hand, from whence my being came.
2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round
In beauteous order, speak thy praise ;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned,
To thee successive honors raise,
3 My life, my health, my friends, I owe,
All to thy vast, unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above.
4 Thus will I sing till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more ;
And after death thy boundless grace,
Through everlasting years adore. 651
GREAT Source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace;
Crowned with thy mercies, we rejoice,
And in thy praise exalt our voice.
P 2 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death ;
It gently wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.
3 These lives are sacred to the Lord,
By thee upheld-by thee restored ;
And while our hours renew their race
We still would walk before thy face.
4 So, when our souls by thee are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triuinphant they shall move
To seats of nobler life above.
C. M. Litchfield. Warwick 652 Blessings of Providence and Grace.
ALMIGHTY Father! gracious Lord !
Kind guardian of my days!
Thy mercies let my heart record,
In songs of grateful praise,
2 In life's first dawn, my tender framo
Was thine indulgent caro,
Long ere I could pronounce thy namo,
Of breathe the youthful prayer.
3 Each rolling year new favors brought
From thine exhaustless store;
But oh! in vain my laboring thought
Would couni thy mercies o'er.
4 While sweet reflection through my days
Thy bounteous hand would trace,
Still dearer blessings claim my praise
The blessings of thy grace.
5 Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord !
For favors more divine
That I have known thy sacred word,
Where all thy glories shine.
6 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,
And every weakness dies,
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.
Old Hundred 653
God acknowledged in National Blessings.
GREAT God of nations, now to thee
Our hymn of gratitude we raise-
With humble heart, and bending knee,
We offer thee our song of praise.
2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God,
For all the kindness thou hast shown
To this fair land the pilgrims trod,
This land we fondly call our own.
3 Here Freedom spreads her banner wide,
And casts her soft and hallowed ray,
Here thou our fathers' steps didst guide
In safety through their dangerous way.
4 We praise thee, that the gospel's light
Through all our land its radiance sheds;
Dispels the shades of error's night,
And heavenly blessings round us spreads.
5 Great God! preserve us in thy fear;
In dangers still our guardian be;
Oh spread thy truth's bright precepts here,
Let all the people worship thee.
L. M. Old Huudred. All Saints.
GREAT God! beneath whose piercing eye
The earth's extended kingdoins lie;
Whose favoring sinile upholds them all,
Whose anger smites them, and they fall
2 We bow before thy heavenly throne;
Thy power we see-thy greatness own; > Yet, cherished by thy milder voice,
Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.
3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown
Their children's children long shall own;
To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise
The tribute of exulting praise.
4 Led on by thine unerring aid,
Secure the paths of life we tread;
And, freely as the vital air,
Thy first and noblest bounties share.
5 Great God, our guardian, guide, and friend'
Oh still thy sheltering arm extend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last !
L. P. M.
St. Helen's. 655
National Praise and Prayer.
WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs;
His power and mercy we proclaim:
Through every age, oh may we own
Jehovah here has fixed his throne,
And triumph in his inighty name.
2 Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or men behold the circling sun,
Lord, in our land support thy reign!
Crown her just counsels with success,
With truth and peace her borders bless,
And all thy sacred rights maintain.
Old Hundrede 656
Prayer for National Gratitude and Holiness.
LORD! let thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King.
2 Let every public temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise ;
Let every peaceful private home
4 temple, Lord, to thee becoine.
3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
L. M. Danvers. All Saints 657
Praise for sparing Mercy.
GOD of my life, to thee belong,
The grateful heart, the joyful song;
Touched hy thy love, each tuneful chord
Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath,
And chased the glooiny shades of death;
The venomed arrows vainly fiy,
While God, our great deliverer's nigh. mp 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ?
Why does thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground,
On which so little fruit is found?
4 Stiil let the barren fig-tree stand,
Upheld and fostered by thy hand;
< And let its fruit and verdure be
mf A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.
5 So shall thy praise employ my breath
Through life-and in the arms of death, f My soul, the pleasant theme prolong; Then rise to aid th' angelic song.
Stamford. York. 658 in Behalf of charitable Objects generally.
HIGH on a throne of light, O Lord !
Dost thou exalted shine!
What can our poverty bestow,
Since all the world is thine?
2 But thou hast brethren here below,
The children of thy grace,
Whose humble names thou wilt confess
Before thy Father's face.
3 In then mayst thou be clothed, and fed,
And visited, and cheered ;
And, in their accents of distress
Our Saviour's voice be heard.
4 Whate'er our willing hands can give,
Lord, at thy feet we lay;
Grace will the humble gift 'receive,
And grace at length repay. 659
S. M. St. Thomas, Hudson.
THY bounties, gracious Lord,
With gratitude we own;
We praise thy providential care,
That showers its blessings down.
2 With joy thy people bring
Their offerings round thy throne;
With thankful souls, behold, we pay
A tribute of thine own.
3 Oh may this sacrifice
To thee, the Lord, ascend,
An odor of a sweet perfume,
Presented by bis hand.
4 Well pleased our God shall view
The products of his grace;
With endless life shall he fulfil
His kindest promises.
C. M. Litchfield. St. Martin's. 660
In Behalf of the Poor.
BRIGHT Source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise ;
And to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the paths of life
With every cheering ray,
And still restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away, p 3 When, sunk in guilt, our souls approached
The borders of despair,
Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaimed
A free salvation near.
4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord !;
For all the grace we see?
mp Alas! the goodness we can yield
Extendeth not to theo.