THE SAME. I GIVE thanks to GOD; he reigns above; II He feeds and clothes us ev'ry day, III O let us joyfully record The truth and goodness of the LORD! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise. THE SAME. I O THOU! the wretched's sure retreat, Did ever thine indulgent ear III New life from thy unbounded love IV From that blest source, propitious hope Appears serenely bright, And sheds her soft and cheering beam O'er sorrow's dismal night. Our hearts adore thy mercy, LORD! LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. II When sorrow bows the spirit down, Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thy love supports our aged days, IV Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel; And their best wishes to fulfil V Thy mercy never will remove From men of heart sincere: cry; From those, whose fervent humble love. THE COMPASSION OF GOD TO HUMAN FRAILTY. I LORD! We adore thy wondrous name, Which rais'd at first this curious frame Awhile these frail machines endure, Then know their vital pow'rs no more, III Yet, LORD! whate'er is felt or fear'd, IV Gently supported by thy love, We tend to realms of peace; Where ev'ry pain shall far remove, GOD OUR CONSTANT BENEFACTOR. I GREAT GOD! to thee our grateful tongues II From thine almighty forming hand III Thy pow'r, our ever-present guard, While num'rous dangers hover round, IV Beneath the shadow of thy wings V In celebration of thy praise, We will employ our breath: And, walking stedfast in thy ways, Will triumph ev'n in death. с |