HYMN LXXXIV. C. M.

Gratitude to God.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost,
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,
That glows in my enraptur'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.

6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to mañ,

7 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way;

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn by sickness oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Hath made my cup run o'er;
And, in a kind and faithful friend,
Hath doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
Which tastes those gifts with joy.

11 Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in unknown worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;

For O! eternity alone
Can utter all thy praise.

HYMN LXXXV. P.M.

Thanksgiving for mercies.

1 Sov'reign Lord of light and glory!
Author of our mortal frame!
Joyfully we bow before thee,
And extol thy holy name.
Hallelujah!

Ever sacred be the theme!

2 Kind dispenser of each blessing
Which surrounds the human race!
May we, gratefully possessing,
Still adore thy boundless grace.
Hallelujah!

Praise to God, immortal praise!

3 Thus, with humble adoration,
We attend before thy throne;
And with grateful exultation,
Thine abundant mercy own;
Hallelujah!

Praise belongs to thee alone!

4 In thy every dispensation,
Love and mercy we descry;
Thou, the God of our salvation!
To preserve us still art nigh;
Hallelujah!

Glory be to God on high!

HYMN LXXXVI. Six Line C. M.

The goodness of God acknowledged and adored.
1 Parent of good! thy works of might
We trace with wonder and delight;
Thy name is all divine,

There's nought in earth, or sea, or air,
Or heaven itself, that's good or fair,
But is entirely thine.

2 Immensely high thy glories rise,
They strike our souls with sweet surprise,
And sacred pleasure yield;
An ocean wide without a bound,
Where every noble wish is drown'd,
And every want is fill'd.

3 To thee our warm affections move,
In sweet astonishment and love,
While at thy feet we bend;
To thee our ardent wishes rise,
To thee, enthron'd above the skies,
Our fervent prayers ascend.

4 What shall we do to spread thy praise, O God! through our remaining days, Or how thy name adore?

To thee we consecrate our breath,
Let us be thine in life and death,
And thine for evermore,

HYMN LXXXVII. L. M.

The bounties of providence acknowledged.

1 Father of light! we sing thy name, Who kindlest up the lamp of day; Wide as he spreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good! from thee proceeds, In copious drops, the genial rain,

Which o'er the hills, and thro' the meads, Revives the grass, and swells the grain. 3 Thro' the wide world thy bounties spread; Yet thousands of our guilty race, Though by thy daily bounty fed, Despise thy law, reject thy grace. 4 Not so may our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care; But what thy lib'ral hand imparts, Still own in praise, still ask in prayer. 5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,

And showers in richer drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God! ador'd in all.

HYMN LXXXVIII. C. M.

Complaint of ingratitude.

1 Great God! to thee my all I owe, And shall my tongue be still?