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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.
Watts. The Goodness of God. Ps. 145. 1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King ;
In sounds of glory sing.
His goodness to the skies;
And every want supplies.
On thee for daily food ;
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord !
How slow thine anger moves !
To cheer the souls he loves.
Thy power and praise proclaim ;
Delight to bless thy name.
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.
His favors claim thy highest praise ;
Be lost in silence and forgot?
And cures the pains that nature feels,
Our wasting life from threatening graves. 4 Our youth decayed his power repairs ;
His mercy crowns our growing years ;
And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 5 He sees the oppressor and the oppressed,
And often gives the sufferers rest,
6 Let the whole earth his power confess;
Let the whole earth adore his grace ;
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.
DODDRIDGE. The divine Bounty inspiring Gratitude. 1 OUR souls with pleasing wonder view
The bounties of thy grace
For them that seek thy face.
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;
Our debts do most increase.
To utter half thy praise, Loud to the honor of thy name
Eternal hymns we'll raise.
Whose favors are divine.
2 0, bless the Lord, my soul ;
Nor let his mercies lie
And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,
'Tis he relieves thy pain,
And makes thee young again. 4 He fills the poor with good ;
He gives the sufferers rest ;
And justice for the opprest.
He made by Moses known,
By his beloved Son.
Whose mercies are so great,
So ready to abate.
Above the ground we tread,
Our highest thoughts exceed.
And his forgiving love
Doth all our guilt remove.