Thou art, O God! the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
When day, with farewell beam delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven;
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are thine.
When youthful Spring around us breathes
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye,
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
O GOD, our Father, and our King,
Of all we have, or hope, the spring,
Inspire our hearts with fervent love,
Like that which fills thy courts above.
May we from every act abstain
That hurts, or gives our neighbor pain:
And every secret wish suppress
That would abridge his happiness.
Still may we feel ourselves inclin'd
To be the friends of all mankind,
To seek their safety, health and ease,
Their present and eternal peace.
And when another's comforts raise
His soul to God in pious praise,
Teach us to count his mercies ours,
And join his praise with all our powers.
Let love through all our conduct shine, An image fair, though faint of thine, Thus shall we Christ's disciples be, And sons, thou God of love, to thee.
JEHOVAH God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see;
O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee.
If on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy right hand will our footsteps lead,
Thine arm our path surround.
Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
From morn 'till noon, 'till latest eve,
The hand of God we see;
And all the blessings we receive,
Ceaseless proceed from thee.
In all the varying scenes of time, On thee our hopes depend; every clime,
In every age, in
Our Father and our friend!
Mr God, to count thy mercies o'er
In vain my spirit tries;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.
Thy wond'rous power and wisdom stand
Confess'd through all my frame;
And hourly blessings from thy hand
Thy thoughts of love proclaim.
These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour that ends my sleep,
Still find my thoughts with thee!
YE blest inhabitants of heaven,
To God be all your praises given;
O praise him from the realms that lie
Above the reach of mortal eye.
Him praise, ye angels of the train,
Him, all whom heaven's vast hosts contain, R 2
THY presence, everlasting God,
Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad;
Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep,
In every place thy children keep.
While near each other we remain,
Thou dost our lives and souls sustain;
When absent, happy if we share
Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care.
To thee we all our ways commit,
And seek our comforts near thy feet;
Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine,
And guard and guide us still as thine.
Give us in thy beloved house
Again to pay our grateful vows;
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.
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