To God, his Creator,
With joy, let him raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise.

HYMN 38. C. M.

C. M. [#]

Divine Guardianship.

1 GREAT GOD, to thee my grateful tongue
My fervent thanks shall raise :
Inspire my heart to raise the song
Which celebrates thy praise.

2 From thy almighty forming hand
I drew my vital powers;

My time revolves at thy command
In all its circling hours.

3 Thy power, my ever-present guard,
From every ill defends;

While numerous dangers hover round,
My help from thee descends.

4 Beneath the shadow of thy wings,
How sweet is my repose !
Thy morning light renews the springs
From whence my comfort flows.

5 In celebration of thy praise

I will employ my breath,

And, walking steadfast in thy ways,
Will triumph over death.

HYMN 39. L. M. [#]

Source of Goodness.

1 WITH One consent, let all the earth

To God their cheerful voices raise; Glad homage pay with joy and mirth, And sing before him songs of praise.

2 Rejoice, for he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceedWe, whom he chooses for his own, The flock which on his bounty feed.

3 O, enter, then, his temple gate,

Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless :-
4 For he's the Lord, supremely good;
His mercy is forever sure;

His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.

HYMN 40. C. M. [#]

God's manifold Goodness.

1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;
Their motions speak thy skill;

And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

3 Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ;

They show the labour of thy hands,
The impress of thy feet.

4 But when we view thy grand design
To save rebellious man,

Where wisdom, power and goodness shine
In mercy's wondrous plan,-

5 Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe;
We love, and we adore;

The holy angels never saw
So much of God before.

6 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

HYMN 41.6.4. M. [#]

Power of Divine Light.

1 MAY all our powers of mind,
To God, our Father kind,
An anthem raise ;

Whose cloud of glory bright,
With beams of heavenly light,
Dispels the gloom of night:
Ó sing his praise.

2 The God of truth and grace

Unveils his radiant face,

And breaks the power
Of superstition's chain;

His grace shall ever reign,
And righteousness maintain,
While we adore.

3 As morning's opening ray
Drives darkness far away,
Behold, his love

Our night of sin illumes,
Our hatred all consumes,
Each heart with grace perfumes,
In courts above.

HYMN 42. S. M. [#]
Shepherd and Guide.

1 WHILE God my Father's near,
My Shepherd and my Guide,
I bid farewell to every fear;
My wants are all supplied.

2 To ever-fragrant meads,

Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.

3 Along the lovely scene,

Cool waters gently roll,

And kind refreshment smiles serene, To cheer my fainting soul.

4 Here let my spirit rest;

How sweet a lot is mine!.

With pleasure, food, and safety blest; Beneficence divine!

5 Great Shepherd, if I stray,

My wandering feet restore ;

To thy fair pastures guide my way,
And let me rove no more.

HYMN 43. C. M. [#]
Manifold Blessings.

1 JEHOVAH lives; and be his name
By every heart adored!

From age to age he is the same,
The only God and Lord!

2 He is our Rock when troubles rise,
And storms and tempests lower;
He rides triumphant in the skies,
And saves us by his power.

3 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
We give Jehovah praise;
Lift up our hearts, and holy songs
To our Redeemer raise.

4 Great is the mercy we have found,
And great shall be our praise :
We'll spread his power and mercy round,
And songs of honour raise.

HYMN 44. C. M. [#]

God's Superintendency.

1 God reigns; events in order flow,
Man's industry to guide;

But in a different channel go,
To humble human pride.

2 Weak mortals do themselves beguile,
When on themselves they rest;