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! |