For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God,
Who by wisdom did create
Heaven's expanse and all its state;
3 Did the solid earth ordain
How to rise above the main :
Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
4 Caused the golden-tresséd sun
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.
5 All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth.
6 He his mansion hath on high,
'Bove the reach of mortal eye;
And his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

177.

C. M.

God's Condescension.

TATE & BRADY.

1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight,

The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light,

3 Lord, what is man, that he is blessed With thy peculiar care!

Why on his offspring is conferred
Of love so large a share?

4 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name !

178.

C. P. M.

EXETER COLL.

Providential Goodness of God.

1 GREAT Source of unexhausted good,
Who giv'st us health, and friends, and food,
And peace, and calm content,
Like fragrant incense, to the skies
Let songs of grateful praises rise,
For all thy blessings lent.

2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy providence attends our way,
To guard us and to guide ;
Thy grace directs our wandering will,
And warns us, lest seducing ill

Allure our souls aside.

3 Thy smiles, with a reviving light,
Cheer the long, darksome hours of night,
And gild the thickest gloom;

Thy watchful love around our bed
Doth softly, like a curtain, spread,
And guard the peaceful room.

4 To thee our lives, our all, we owe,
Our peace and sweetest joys below,
And brightest hopes above;

Then let our lives, and all that 's ours,
Our souls, and all our active powers,
Be sacred to thy love.

179.

S. M.

God working in the Soul.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

1 'T IS God, the Spirit, leads
In paths before unknown:

The work to be performed is ours ;
The strength is all his own.

2 Assisted by his grace,

We still pursue our way,
And hope at last to reach the prize,
Secure in endless day.

3 'T is he that works to will,
'T is he that works to do,

His is the power by which we act,
His be the glory too.

1 FATHER of lights! we sing thy name
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display.
2 Fountain of good! from thee proceed
The copious drops of genial rain,
Which, o'er the hill and through the mead,
Revive the grass, and swell the grain.

3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread;
Yet millions of our guilty race,
Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace.

4 Not so may our forgetful hearts

O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy liberal hand imparts
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.
5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in Sweeter drops shall fall,

When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God! enjoyed in all.

181.

L. M.

Deliverances acknowledged.

WESLEY'S COLL.

1 GOD of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turned aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head, 2 In all my ways thy hand I own, Thy ruling providence I see ; Assist me still my course to run,

And still direct my paths to thee.
3 Whither, O, whither should I fly,
But to my loving Father's breast,
Secure within thine arms to lie,

And safe beneath thy wings to rest?
4 I have no skill the snare to shun;
But thou, O God, my wisdom art:
I ever into ruin run;

But thou art greater than my heart. 5 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,

Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find,
The heaven of loving thee alone.

The Heavens declare the Glory of God.

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

ADDISON.

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,

Doth his Creator's power display ;

And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

Whilst all the stars which round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3 What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine, -
"The hand that made us is divine."

1 THE God who reigns alone
O'er earth, and sea, and sky,
Let man with praises own,
And sound his honors high.

2 Him all in heaven above,
Him all on earth below,
Th' exhaustless Source of love,
The great Creator, know.

3 He formed the living frame,
He gave the reasoning mind;
Then only he may claim
The worship of mankind.
4 So taught his only Son,
Blest messenger of grace!
Th' Eternal is but one,
No second holds his place.

DRUMMOND.