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Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sov’reign Lord of all! Thy strength’ning hands uphold the weak,

And raise the poor that fall.

II

When sorrow bows the spirit down,

Or virtue lies distrest
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,

Thou giv'st the suff'rers rest.

III

Thy love supports our aged days,

And guides our thoughtless youth; Holy and just are all thy ways,

And all thy words are truth.

IV

Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel;

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

Thou art for ever nigh.

V

Thy mercy never will remove

From men of heart sincere :
From those, whose fervent humble love

Is join'd with holy fear.

THE COMPASSION OF GOD TO HUMAN TRAILTY.

I
LORD! we adore thy wondrous name,

And make that name our trust, Which rais'd at first this curious frame From mean and lifeless dust.

II
Awhile these frail machines endure,

The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital pow'rs no more,

But moulder back to clay.

III

Yet, LORD! whate'er is felt or fear'd,

This thought is our repose, That he, by whom this frame was rear'd,

Its various frailties knows.

IV

Gently supported by thy love,

Wé tend to realms of peace; Where ev'ry pain shall far remove,

And ev'ry frailty cease.

GOD OUR CONSTANT BENEFACTOR.

I

Great God! to thee our grateful tongues

United thanks shall raise :
Inspire our hearts to tune the songs, ,

Which celebrate thy praise.

II

From thine alınighty forming hand

Wc drew our vital pow'rs;
Our time revolves, at thy command,

In all its circling hours.

III

Thy pow'r, our ever-present guard,

From ev'ry ill defends;
Wbile num'rous dangers hover round,

Our help from thee descends,

IV

Beneath the shadow of thy wings

How sweet is our repose ;
The morning light renews the springs

From whence our comfort flows.

V

In celebration of thy praise,

We will employ our breath : And, walking stedfast in thy ways,

Will triumph ev’n in death.

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THE INCOMPREHENSIBILITY OF GOD.

I

CAN creatures, to perfection, find
Th' eternal, uncreated mind?
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search bis nature out?

II

God is a king of pow'r unknown;
Firm are the orders of his throne :
If he resolve, who dare oppose,
Or ask him why, or what he does ?

III
He wounds the heart, and he makes whole;
He calins the tempest of the soul :
When he afflicts with long despair,
Who else can move the heavy bar ?

I Ý He frowns, and darkness veils the moon, The fainting sun grows dim at noon:. The pillars of heav'n's starry roof Tremble and shake at his reproof.

These are a portion of God's ways !
But who his power can describe?
Who can endure his light; or stand
The thunders of his awful hand ?

THE SAME.

1 GREAT GOD! in vain man's narrow view Attempts to look thy nature through : Our lab'ring' pow'rs with reverence own Thy glories never can be known.

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Not the high seraph's mighty thought, Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find, Or fully trace thy boundless mind.

III

Yet, LORD, thy kindness deigns to show Enough for mortal minds to know; While wisdom, goodness, pow'r divine, Thro' all thy works and conduct shine.

IV

O! may our joyous hearts survey
The gracious tenor of thy way;
Explore thy sacred word, and still
Press on to know and do thy will !

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