God's Mercies of Creation and Redemption.

1 GIVE thanks to God most high,
The universal Lord;

The sovereign King of kings;

And be his grace adored.

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His power and grace And let his name Have endless praise.

Are still the same;

2 How mighty is his hand!

What wonders hath he done!
He formed the earth and seas,

And spread the heavens alone.

Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall still endure;

And ever sure

A bides thy word.

3 He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe,

From darkness, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.

His

power and grace

Are still the same;

And let his name

Have endless praise.

4 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the Heavenly King;

And let the spacious earth

His works and glories sing.

And ever sure

Thy mercy, Lord,

1 HOW firm the saint's foundation stands !

His hopes can ne'er remove,
Sustained by God's almighty hand,
And sheltered in his love.

2 God is the treasure of his soul,
A source of sacred joy,

Which no afflictions can control,
Nor death itself destroy.

3 Lord, may we feel thy cheering beams,
And taste thy saints' repose;

We will not mourn the perished streams,
While such a fountain flows.

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God's merciful Providence.

1 O, LET my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait thy wise, thy holy will,

BOWRING

Wrapped yet in fears and mystery:
I cannot, Lord, thy purpose see;
Yet all is well, since ruled by thee.
2 When, mounted on thy clouded car,
Thou send'st thy darker spirits down,
I can discern thy light afar,

Thy light sweet beaming through thy frown.
And, should I faint a moment, then

I think of thee, and smile again.

3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on:

What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are gone!
Yet purer, brighter joys remain :

Why should my spirit, then, complain?

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God, as seen in Nature.

1 I SING th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The s'n to rule the day;

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The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye!

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

5 There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes thy glories known;

And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures that borrow life from thee
Are subject to thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

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God our Father.

1 MY Father! cheering name!

O, may

I call thee mine?

Give me the humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

2 This can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly :·

What real harm can reach my soul
Beneath my Father's eye
eye?

3 Whate'er thy will denies,
I calmly would resign;

STEELS

For thou art just, and good, and wise:
O, bend my will to thine!

4 Whate'er thy will ordains,

O, give me strength to bear;

Still let me know a father reigns,
And trust a father's care.

5 Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.
blissful name!

6 My Father!

Above expression dear!
If thou accept my humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear.

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The Works of God recounted to Posterity.
1 LET children hear the mighty deeds
Which God performed of old,

Which in our younger years we saw,
And which our fathers told.

2 He bids us make his glories known,
His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
Through every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,
And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn

May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone
Their hope securely stands,

That they may ne'er forget his works,
But practise his commands.

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The Divine Glories celebrated.

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FLINT'S COLL

1 TO thee, O Lord, with humble fear,
The heavenly hosts their voices raise ;
E'en mortals share thy bounties here;
Let mortals, too, attempt thy praise.

2 Of all things thou the parent art,
Of all things thou alone the end;
On thee still fix our wandering heart,
To thee let all our actions tend.
3 Thou, Lord, art light; thy native ray
No shade, no variation knows ;
To our dark souls thy light display,
The glory of thy face disclose.

4 Thou, Lord, art love; the fountain thou
Whence mercy unexhausted flows;
On barren hearts, O, shed it now,
And make the desert bear the rose 1
5 So shall our every power to thee
In love and holy service rise;
Yea, body, soul, and spirit be
Thy ever-living sacrifice.

1 IS there a lone and dreary hour,

MRS GII.MAN

When worldly pleasures lose their power ?
My Father! let me turn to thee,

And set each thought of darkness free.

2 Is there a time of rushing grief,

Which scorns the prospect of relief?
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.
3 Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ ?
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with thee, their home.
4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene,
The glow of life, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and power.