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6 High admiration let it raise,
And kind affections move ; Employ our tongues in hymns of praise,
And fill our hearts with love.
HYMN LXXIV. Six Line C. M.
Universal providence of God. 1 The mighty God who rolls the spheres, And storm, and fire, and hail prepares,
And guides this vast machine,
That fill this chequer'd scene. 2 His piercing eye at once surveys, Where thousand suns and systems blaze,
And where the sparrow falls; While seraphs tune their harps on high, His ear attends the softest cry,
When human mis’ry calls.
Thine awful, glorious name!
Thou ever art the same.
HYMN LXXV. C. M.
Man's industry to guide ;
To humble human pride.
Shall win the crowning prize ;
The labours of the wise.
When on themselves they rest ;
By thee, O Lord! unbless'd. . 4 'Tis ours, the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain ;
And send the genial rain.
Their mission to perform ;
Thy hand directs the storm.
Thy providential power ;
The lot of every hour.
HYMN LXXVI. C. M.
God's foreknowledge and providence. 1 Let the whole race of creatures lie
Abas'd before the Lord ! Whate’er his powerful hand has formed,
He governs with a word.
Were into motion brought,
Stood present to his thought.
O’erlook'd in his decrees ; He raises monarchs to a throne,
Or sinks, with equal ease.
'Tis he provides the rays ;
If darkness cloud our days.
We would not wish to know
Awaits us here below.
Whate'er our lot shall be,
Our souls for heaven and thee!
HYMN LXXVII. L. M.
Man's dependence upon God.
Sov’reign of air, of earth, and sea,
A grateful tribute pays to thee.
And from thy goodness seeks supplies ; And when, oppress'd with guilt, he
mourns, Thy mercy lifts him to the skies. 3 Children, whose infant minds, unform’d,
Ne'er raised a tender thought to heaven; And men, whom reason lifts to God,
Though oft by passion downward driven; 4 Those too, who bend with age and care,
And faint and tremble near the tomb; Who, sick’ning at the present scenes,
Sigh for that better world to come ;5 All, great Creator! all are thine ;
All feel thy providential care;
Alike thy constant pity share.
Or whether joy elate the breast;
7 All are thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord ! obey; And all are training man to dwell Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee.
HYMN LXXVIII. Six Line L. M.
God the author and preserver of life.
We bow the head and bend the knee,
Thou friend and father of mankind. 2. By thee inspir’d, this mortal frame
To being from oblivion came,
And all creation's blooming day. 3 In life's young morn thou did'st impart
The rivers to my beating heart,
Alive to rapture or to woe.
The flame of being warms my breast,