Give thanks for mercies ev'ry day,
And thus prepare for more.
5. Without reserve to him submit;
All his commands fulfil;
Acknowledge all his actions fit,
Nor e'er oppose his will.

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HYMN 309. L. M.

TERNAL and immortal King!

Thy peerless splendours none can bear; But darkness veils seraphic eyes;

When God with all his glory's there. 2. Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom, The great Invisible can see:

And with its tremblings mingle joy,
In fix'd regards, great God! to thee.
3. Then ev'ry tempting form of sin,

Aw'd by thy presence, disappears;
And all the glowing raptur'd soul
The likeness, it contemplates, wears.
4. O ever conscious to my heart!
Witness to its supreme desire ;
Behold it presses on to thee,

For it hath caught the heav'nly fire.
5. This one petition would I urge:
To bear thee ever in my sight!
In life, in death, in worlds unknown,
My only portion and delight.

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HYMN 310 c. M.

"T HRICE happy souls, who, born of heav'n, Whilst yet they sojourn here,

Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear?

2. So may our eyes with holy zeal
Prevent the dawning day,
And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray.

3. 'Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone!
4. As sanctify'd to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought.
5. When to laborious duties call'd,
Or by temptations try'd;
We'll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.

6. As diff'rent scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With thee amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee.

7. At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;
And safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our pow'rs to rest.

8. In solid pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

HYMN 811. c. M.

1. WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r! Be my vain wishes still'd;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

2. Thy love the pow'rs of thought bestow'd:
To thee my thoughts would soar.
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd:
That mercy I adore.

3. In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because bestow'd by thee.

4. In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in pray'r.

5. When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill:
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6. My lifted eye, without a tear,
The low'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear:
That heart will rest on thee!

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HYMN 312. L. M.

OUR Father, thron❜d above the sky,
To thee our empty hands we spread;
Thy children at thy footstool lie,

And ask thy blessings on their head. 2. With cheerful hope, and filial fear, In that august and precious name, By thee ordain'd, we now draw near, And would the promis'd blessing claim. 3. Does not an earthly parent hear

The cravings of his famish'd son?
Will he reject the filial pray'r,

Or mock him with a cake of stone?
4. Our heav'nly Father, how much more
Will thy divine compassion rise;
And open thy unbounded store,
To satisfy thy children's cries?

5. Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press
For gracious audience at thy seat;
Still hoping, waiting for success,
If persevering to entreat.

6. For Jesus in his faithful word

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The upright supplicant has blest;
And all thy saints with one accord
The prevalence of pray'r attest.

HYMN 318. c. M.

HAPPY the heart, where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2. Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear:

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3. 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move.
The devils know, and tremble too;
But devils do not love.

4. This is the grace, that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease.
"Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

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HYMN 314. P. M./

THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows: I see from far thy beauteous light,

I only sigh for thy repose;

My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.

2. Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of ev'ry motion there. Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in thee. 3. Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits thy call. Speak to my inmost soul, and say: "I am thy love, thy God, thy all !" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice.

HYMN 315. P. M.

1. PARENT of good! thy works of might

I trace with wonder and delight;
Thy name is all divine.

There's nought in earth or sea or air,
Or heav'n itself, that's good or fair,

But what is wholly thine.

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

3. To thee my warm affections move,
In sweet astonishment and love,
While at thy feet I fall;

I pant for nought beneath the skies;
To thee my ardent wishes rise,
O my eternal All!

4. What shall I do to spread thy praise,
My God! through my remaining days,
Or how thy name adore?

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To thee I consecrate my breath;
Let me be thine in life and death,
And thine for evermore.

HYMN 316 L. M.

GREAT God! our joyful thanks to thee
Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor interruption knows.

2. From thee our comforts all arise,
Our num'rous wants thy hand supplies;
Nor can we ever, Lord, be poor,
Who live on thy exhaustless store.
3. Deep, Lord, upon our thankful breast
Let all thy favours be imprest;
That we may never more forget
The whole or any single debt.

4. May we with grateful hearts each day
For all thy gifts our praises pay;
And still delighted may we be,
In all things to give thanks to thee.

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HYMN 317 L. M.

OD of my life, through all its days

My grateful pow'rs shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with op'ning light,

And cheer the dark and silent night.