THE SAME.

I

GIVE thanks to GOD; he reigns above;
Kind are his thoughts, his name is love:
His mercy, ages past have known,
And ages long to come shall own.

II

He feeds and clothes us ev'ry day,
He guides our footsteps lest we stray;
He guards us with a pow'rful hand,
And brings us to the heav'nly land.

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,
Who dost our cares control,
And with the cheerful smile of peace
Revive thefainting soul !

Did ever thine indulgent ear
The humble plea disdain ?
Or when did plaintive mis'ry sigh,
Or supplicate, in vain ?

III

New life from thy unbounded love
Our sinking hearts receive;
Thy gentlest, kindest attribute,
To pity and forgive.

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!
And bless the friendly ray,
Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.

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.

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

And their best wishes to fulfil
Thou art for ever nigh.

V

Thy mercy never will remove

From men of heart sincere:

cry;

From those, whose fervent humble love.
Is join'd with holy fear.

THE COMPASSION OF GOD TO HUMAN FRAILTY.

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.

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,

We 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 almighty forming hand
We 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;

While 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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