For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear

I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the

While in Thy temple we ap-pear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. Amen.

1 TERNAL Source of every joy!

ETERNAL

Well may Thy praise our lips employ,

While in Thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole;
The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring at Thy command.
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, softened by Thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons and months and weeks and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With opening light and evening shade.
6 Here in Thy house shall incense rise,
As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes;
Still will we make Thy mercies known
Around Thy board and round our own.

Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751

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YREAT God, we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year Thy mercy shows;
That mercy crowns it till it close.

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By His incessant bounty fed,
By His unerring counsel led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,

We to Thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before Thy feet.

4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our Joy, and Thou our Rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues;
Our Helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.

Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751

a little longer wait, But how little none can know.