Thanks to God for his bounteous provision
1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ ;
2 For the blessings of the field;
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's exalted juice;
For the gen'rous olive's use;
3 Flocks, that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripen' grain;
Clouds that drop their fatt ning dews:
Suns, that temp'rate warmth diffuse
A All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that lib`ral autumn pours
From her rich, o'erflowing stores.
3 These to thee, great God, we owe :
Source, whence all our blessings flow:
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
The goodness of God to all his creatures..
1 WE bless the God whose bounteous love
Through all creation flows;
Who pours his blessings from above,
And life and bliss bestows.
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 his creatures wait
On him for daily food i
His lib'ral hand provides them meat,
And fills their hearts with good.
Benign Creator! bounteous Lord!
Where'er we turn our eyes,
Fruits of thy wisdom, pow'r, and love,
In beauteous order rise.
5 Then let our cheerful hearts and tongues
Proclaim the praise divine;
Thou, Lod, hast given the rich increase,
And be the glory thine.
The peculiar goodness of God to mankind.
1 O LORD, how glorious is thy name,
Through the wide earth's extended frame !
Majestick glories form thy seat,
And heaven adores beneath thy feet.
2 When all thy shining works on high
We meditate with raptur'd eye;
The silver moon, the starry train,
Which gild the fair ethereal plain :
3 Lord, what is man, that he should share
Thy notice, thy indulgent care?
That man, frail child of earth, should be
The favourite of the Deity?
His place, thy forming hand assign'd,
But just below th' angelick kind;
With noblest favours circled round,
And with distinguish'd honours crown'd.
5 Invested him with power and sway,
And bid the subject brutes obey:
Sovereign of all thy works below,
To him the meaner creatures bow;
The bleating flocks, the lowing herds,
The gliding fish, the flying birds;
All that the earth's wide circuit yields,
Natives of air, or seas, or fields.
7 But still let man, adoring, own
That Thou, O Lord, art King alone;
And through the earth's extended frame
Declare the glories of thy name.
Praise to God for his wonderful works. 1 YE sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.
2 Let the high heavens your songs invite,
Those spacious fields of brilliant light;
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll,
And stars, that glow from pole to pole.
3 Sing earth, in verdant robes array'd,
Its herbs and flowers, its fruit and shade;
Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowls, and beasts, and worms,
View the broad sea's majestick plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns:
That band remotest nations joins,
And on each wave his goodness shines.
5 Ye sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.
6 Praise ye the Lord; our hearts shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
HYMN XIX.
The beauties of nature.
1 HOW cheerful along the gay meads The lillies and herbage appear;
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year.
2 The foliage that shades the gay bowers,
The herbage that springs from the clod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and fair flow'rs,
All rise to the praise of our God.
3 Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove ?
Forbid it fair gratitude's call,
Forbid it devotion and love.
The God who such wonders can raise,
Forever his name be ador'd:
Our lips shall incessantly praise,
Our hearts shall rejoice in the Lord.
The wisdom of God in his works.
1 SONGS of immortal praise belong
To thee, Almighty God;
To thee are due our heart, our tongue,
To spread thy name abroad.
2 How great the works thy hand has wrought; How glorious in our sight;
And men in ev'ry age have sought
Thy wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame !
How wise th' Eternal Mind;
Thy counsels never change the scheme
Which thy first thoughts design'd.
4 Nature, and time, and earth, and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim;
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?
5 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace,
Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race,
Who best obeys thy will.
All nations invoked to praise the Creator.
1 YE nations round the earth rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King;
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice;
With all your tongues his glory sing.
3 The Lord is God! 'tis he alone
Doth life, and breath, and being, give;
We
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shail find
His truth from age to age endure.
An invocation to praise God our Creator.
1 LIFT your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to our heavenly King.
Be the Lord your only theme,
Who of Gods is God supreme;
For his blessings far extend,
And his mercy knows no end.
2 He asserts his just command,
By the wonders of his hand,
He whose wisdom thron'd on high
Built the mansions of the sky;
For his blessings fa extend,
And his mercy knows no end.
3 He who bade the watery deep,
Under earth's foundation sleep;
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