Soft on the springing corn descend;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow.
5 Thy goodness crowns the circling year,
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare,
And echoing hills return the sound.
6 Here, spreading flocks adorn the plain;
There, plenty ev'ry charm displays;
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene,

And joyful nature shouts thy praise. MRS. STEELE.

GR

HYMN 190. L. M.

Autumnal Hymn.

REAT God! at whose all-pow'rful call
At first arose this beauteous frame,

By thee the seasons change, and all
The changing seasons speak thy name.
2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,
From winter storms recover'd, rise;
When thousand grateful scenes appear,
Fresh op'ning to our wond'ring eyes.
3 O how delightful 'tis to see
The earth in vernal beauty drest!
While in each herb, and flow'r, and tree,
Thy blooming glories shine confest!
4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,
And light and genial heat conveys;
And, while he leads the seasons on,
From thee derives his quick'ning rays.
5 Around us, in the teeming field,
Stands the rich grain, or purpled vine;
At thy command they rise, to yield
The strength'ning bread, or cheering wine.
6 Indulgent God! from ev'ry part
Thy plenteous blessings largely flow;
We
e see-we taste-let ev'ry heart
With grateful love and duty glow.

Gent. Maga

HYMN 191. P. M.

The divine Majesty and Power.

SING, ye sons of might, O sing
Praise to heav'n's eternal King;
Pow'r and strength to him assign,
Bow before his ballow'd shrine.

2 Hark! his voice in thunder breaks;
Hush'd to silence while he speaks,
Ocean's waves from pole to pole
Hear the awful accents roll.

3 Now the bursting clouds give way,
And the vivid fightnings play;
And the wilds, by man untrod,
Hear, dismay'd, th' approaching God.
4 He the swelling surge commands;
Fix'd his throne for ever stands;
He his people shall increase,
And with safety crown, and peace.

HYMN 192. L. M.

The Glory of God.

OD is a name my soul adores,

Th' Almighty, the Eternal One;
Nature and grace, with all their pow'rs,
Confess the Infinite Unknown.

2 Thy voice produc'd the seas and spheres,
Bade planets roll, and suns to shine :
But nothing like thyself appears

Through all these spacious works of thine.

3 Still restless nature dies and grows;
From change to change the creatures run:
Thy being no succession knows,
And all thy vast designs are one.

4 Thrones and dominions round thee fall,
And worship in submissive forms;
Thy presence shakes this lower ball,
This humble dwelling-place of worms.

MERRICK.

WATTS.

The Condescension of God.

AMIDST the heav'nly pow'rs sublime
God's throne is fix'd on high;

And through eternity he hears
The praises of the sky.

2 Yet, looking down, he visits oft
The humble, hallow'd cell;
And with the penitent who mourns,
'Tis his delight to dwell:

3 The downcast spirit to revive,
The sorrowful to cheer;

And from the bed of dust, the man
Of contrite heart to rear.

4 With him dwells no relentless wrath

Against the human race:

The souls, which he has form'd, shall find

A refuge in his grace.

HYMN 194.

Edinburgh Coll.

L. M.

The Condescension of God to Human Affairs.

TH

H' Almighty stoops to view the skies,
And bows to see what angels do;

Yet down to earth directs his eyes,
And bends his footsteps downwards too.
2 He over-rules all human things,
And manages our mean affairs:
On humble souls the King of kings
Bestows his counsels and his cares.
3 In vain might earthly monarchs try
Such condescending schemes to plan;
For man was never rais'd so high
Above his meanest fellow-man.

3 O could our thankful hearts devise
A tribute equal to thy grace,

To heav'n our grateful songs should rise
And list'ning angels learn thy praise.

M

WATTS.

HYMN 195. L. M.

The Majesty of God.

YE weak inhabitants of clay,

Ye trifling insects of a day,

Low in your native dust bow down
Before th' Eternal's awful throne.

2 Loud let ten thousand trumpets sound,
And call remotest nations round:
Assembled on the crowded plains,
Princes and people, kings and swains.
3 Join'd with the living, let the dead,
Rising the face of earth o'erspread ;
And, while his praise unites their tongues,
Let angels echo back the songs.

4 The drop that from the bucket falls,
The dust that hangs upon the scales,
Is more to sky, and earth, and sea,
Than all this pomp, great God! to thee.

MY

HYMN 196. C. M.

Universal presence of God.

heart and all my ways,

O God!

By thee are search'd and seen;

My outward acts thine eye observes,
My secret thoughts within.

2 Attendant on my steps, all day
Thy providence I see;

And in the solitude of night
I'm present still with thee.

3 No spot the boundless realms of space,
Whence thou art absent, know;

In heav'n thou reign'st a glorious King,
An awful judge below.

DODDRIDGE.

4 Lord! if within my thoughtless heart Thou aught should'st disapprove, The secret evil bring to light,

And by thy grace remove.

5 If e'er my ways have been perverse, Or foolish in thy view,

Recal my steps to thy commands,

And form

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my

life anew.

HYMN 197. L. M.

God's Omniscience and Omnipresence.

NATHER of all! omniscient mind!
Thy wisdom who can comprehend?
Its highest point what eye can find,
Or to its lowest depths descend?

2 What cavern deep, what hill sublime,
Beyond thy reach, shall I pursue?
What dark recess, what distant clime,
Shall hide me from thy boundless view?
3 If up to heav'n's ethereal height,
Thy prospect to elude, I rise;

In splendour there, supremely bright,
Thy presence shall my sight surprise.

4 Thee, mighty God! my wond'ring soul,
Thee, all her conscious pow'rs adore;
Whose being circumscribes the whole,
Whose eyes the universe explore.

5 Thine essence fills this breathing frame,
It glows in every vital part;

Lights up my soul with livelier flame,
And feeds with life my beating heart.
6 To thee, from whom my being came,
Whose smile is all the heav'n I know,
Inspir'd with this exalted theme,
To thee my grateful strains shall flow.

ARBUCKLE.

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