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But fleeting life must soon be o'er ;
And this frail heart shall heave no more. 5 But thou, O Spirit, prompt to save,
Wilt still regard the shrouded grave,
HYMN LXXIX. L. M.
God the father and friend of all.
Their great Creator's love proclaim ;
2 The ground with plenty blooms again,
And yields her various fruits to men; To men, who from thy bounteous hand Receive the gifts of every land.
3 Nor to the human race alone
Is thy paternal goodness shown ;
4 Not ev'n a sparrow yields its breath,
Till God permit the stroke of death ;
HYMN LXXX. 88 M.
Glory to God, the giver and guard of life. 1 Lauded be thy name for ever,
Thou of life the Guard and Giver !
Blessed be thy name for ever!
HYMN LXXXI. C.M.
Praise of divine goodness. 1 My God, the sov’reign of my will,
To thee my heart would soar ;
To the the sov divine goodn
The cup, which thy kind bounties fill,
At thy command runs o'er. 2 Honour be given to thee alone;
Thy providence is true; And streams of plenty from thy throne
Each morning flow anew. 3 Be on my left, and on my right,
To guard my erring soul From pleasure's wiles, from sorrow's might,
And passion's fierce control.
4 Give me but grace to sing thy praise,
My lips shall wake the lay ;
5 My spirit swells with hopes divine,
And longs for perfect rest ;
In thee my soul is blest.
HYMN LXXXII. C. M.
The unceasing goodness of our heavenly Father. 1 Jehovah God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see ;
Lead all our thoughts to thee!
2 If on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy love, our path surround.
And reaches to the skies;
Thy goodness never dies.
The hand of God we see ;
Ceaseless proceed from thee.
5 In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend ;
Our Father and our Friend !
HYMN LXXXIII. Six Line C. M.
The love of God.
How sweetly bloom below!
2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distill; In every vernal beam it glows, And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill. 3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, And pours its flow'ry beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale; Its bounties richly spread the plain, The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on every vale.
4 But in thy word I see it shine
Proclaiming sins forgiven;
And opens all her heaven. 5 Then let the love that makes me bless'd, With cheerful praise inspire my breast,
And ardent gratitude ; And all my thoughts and passions tend To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good!