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2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,

From winter storms recovered, rise ; When thousand grateful scenes appear,

Fresh opening to our wondering eyes. 3 The new delight how great, to see

The earth in vernal beauty dressed, While in each herb, and flower, and tree,

Thy opening bounty shines confessed ! 4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,

And light and genial heat conveys; And, while he leads the seasons on,

From thee derives his quickening rays. 5 Indulgent God, from every part

Thy plenteous blessings largely flow; We see; we taste; let every heart

With grateful love and duty glow.

C. M.

Watts. The Goodness of God. Ps. 145. 1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace,

My God, my heavenly King ;
Let age to age thy righteousness

In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines

His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,

And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait

On thee for daily food ;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,

And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord !

How slow thine anger moves !
But soon he sends his pardoning word

To cheer the souls he loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race,

Thy power and praise proclaim ;
But saints, that taste thy richer grace,

Delight to bless thy name.

L. M.

WATTS. Blessing God for his Goodness. Ps. 103. 1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God;

Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the powers within me join

In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;

His favors claim thy highest praise ;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought

Be lost in silence and forgot?
3 The vices of the mind he heals,

And cures the pains that nature feels,
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves

Our wasting life from threatening graves. 4 Our youth decayed his power repairs ;

His mercy crowns our growing years ;
He satisfies our mouth with good,

And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 5 He sees the oppressor and the oppressed,

And often gives the sufferers rest,
But will his justice more display
In the last, great, rewarding day.

6 Let the whole earth his power confess;

Let the whole earth adore his grace ;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.

L. M. 6 L.

Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth. Ps. 146.
1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being, last,

Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I make a man my trust ? Princes must die, and turn to dust ;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,

Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth forever stands secure; He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind;

He sends the laboring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.

5 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being, last,

Or immortality endures.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE. The divine Bounty inspiring Gratitude. 1 OUR souls with pleasing wonder view

The bounties of thy grace
How much bestowed, how much reserved

For them that seek thy face.
2 Thy liberal hand with worldly bliss

Oft makes their cup run o'er; And in the covenant of thy love

They find diviner store. 3 Thine eyes shall read those grateful thoughts

No language can express;
Yet when our liveliest thanks we pay,

Our debts do most increase.
4 Since time's too short, all-gracious God,

To utter half thy praise, Loud to the honor of thy name

Eternal hymns we'll raise.

S. M.

Praise for spiritual and temporal Mercies. Ps. 103.
1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul

Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favors are divine.

2 0, bless the Lord, my soul ;

Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,

And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,

'Tis he relieves thy pain,
"Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again. 4 He fills the poor with good ;

He gives the sufferers rest ;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,

And justice for the opprest.
5 His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known,
But sent the world his truth and grace

By his beloved Son.

S. M.

Abounding Compassion of God. Ps. 103.
1 MY soul, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate.
2 High as the heavens are raised

Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace

Our highest thoughts exceed.
3 His power subdues our sins,

And his forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west,

Doth all our guilt remove.

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