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i And its full streams redundant flow

Down to th' abodes of men below.
2. Thro' nature's works thy glories shine;

The cares of providence are thine ;
And thou hast rais'd within our frame

A fairer temple to thy name. 3. O give to ev'ry human heart,

To taste and feel how good thou art;
With grateful love and rev’rend fear,

To know how blest thy children are.
Å. Let nature burst into a song:

Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong!
Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise,

All vocal with your Maker's praise ! 5. Join, O my soul! the gen’ral song;

To thee its sweetest notes belong.
Blest above all by love divine,
To praise is eminently thine.

HYMN 54. C. M.
WEET is the mem?ry of thy grace,

O God, my heav'nly King!
Let age to age thy righteousness

In sounds of glory sing.
2. God reigns on high, but not confines

His goodness to the skies.
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,

And ev'ry want supplies.
3. With longing eyes, thy creatures wait

On thee for daily food;
Thy lib’ral hand provides their meat,

And fills their mouths with good.
4. How kind are thy compassions, Lord !

How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard’ning word,

To cheer the souls he loves.
5. Creatures, with all their endless race,

Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace,

Delight to bless thy name.

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HYMN 55. C. M. 09 UR souls with pleasing wonder view

The bounties of thy grace; How much bestow'd, how much reserv'd,

For those that seek thy face. 2. Thy lib’ral hand with worldly bliss

Oft makes their cup run o'er; And in the cov’nant of thy love

They find diviner store. 3. Here mercy hides their num'rous sins;

Here grace their souls renews; Here hope, and love, and joy, and peace

Their heav'nly beams diffuse. 4. But oh! what treasures yet unknown

Are lodg’d in worlds to come! If these th' enjoyments of the way,

How happy is their home!
5. And what shall mortal worms reply?

Or how such goodness own?
But 'tis our joy, that, Lord, to thee

Thy servants' hearts are known. 6. Since time's too short, all-gracious God,

To utter half thy praise;
Loud, to the honour of thy name,
Eternal hymns we'll raise.

HYMN 56. 5. M.
1. My soul, repeat his praisé,

Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate.
2. God will not always chide ;

And, when his wrath is felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our guilt.
3. High as the heav'ns are rais u.

Åbove the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace

Our highest thoughts exceed.

4. His grace subdues our sins ;

And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,

Doth all our guilt remove. 5. The pity of the Lord

To those who fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame. 6. Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r!
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

- It withers in an hour.
7. But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

HYMN 57. c. M.

THOU, the wretched's sure retreat,

Who dost our cares cotrol,
And with the cheerful smile of peace,

Revive the fainting soul ! 2. Did ever thy propitious ear,

The humble plea disdain ?
Or when did plaintive mis’ry sigh,

Or supplicate in vain ? 3. Opprest with grief and shame, dissolv'd .

In penitential tears,
Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts,

And dissipates our fears.
4. New life from thy refreshing grace

Our sinking hearts receive; Thy gentlest, best-lov'd attribute,

To pity and forgive. 5. From that blest source, propitious hope

Appears serenely bright, And sheds her soft and cheering beam

O’er sorrow's dismal night. 6. Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord,

And bless the friendly ray,

Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.

HYMN 58. L. M.

to the Lord, who reigns on high,

And views the nations from afar, Let everlasting praises fly,

And tell how large his bounties are. 2. He overrules all mortal things,

And manages our mean affairs; On humble souls the King of kings

Bestows his counsels and his cares. 3. Our sorrows and our tears we pour

Into the bosom of our God;
He hears us in the mournful hour,

And helps to bear the heavy load. 4. In vain might lofty princes try

Such condescension to perform; For worms were never rais'd so high

Above their peanest fellow-worm. 5. O could our thankful hearts devise

A tribute equal to thy grace;
To the third heav'n our songs should rise,
And teach the golden harps thy praise.

HYMN 59. C. M. 1. LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thy strength’ning hands uphold the weak,

And raise the poor that fall.
2. When sorrow bows the spirit down,

Or virtue lies distress'd
Beneath some proud oppressor's frowa,

Thou giv'st the inourner rest. 3. Thou know'st the pain thy servants feel;

Thou hear'st thy children cry;
And, their best wishes to fulfil,

Thy grace is ever nigh.
4. Thy mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere ;

Thou sav'st the souls, whose humble love

Is join'd with holy fear.
5. My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,

And spread thy fame abroad.
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.

HYMN 60. s. M. 1.

GRACE, 'tis a charming sound !
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear. 2. Grace first contriv'd a way

To save rebellious man ;
And all the steps that grace display,

Which drew the wondrous plan. 8. Grace leads my roving feet

To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,

While pressing on to God.
4. Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days;
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone;

And well deserves the praise.



HYMN 61. L. M.
THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame>

Their great Original proclaim.
2. Th' unwearied sun from day to day,

Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an almighty hanyl


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