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Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, reject thy grace.
4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy lib'ral hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in pray'r.
5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And show'rs in sweeter drops shall fall
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God! enjoy'd in all.

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HYMN 206. S. M.

God's distinguishing Goodness to Man.
LORD! our beav'nly King!
Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.

When to thy works above

I raise my wond'ring eyes,
moon, fair

And see the

queen

In peerless splendour rise;

When I survey the stars

That fill the vaulted sky,

of night,

Lord! what is man, that he should stand
In thy regard so high?

Or what the son of man,

That thou should'st love him so?

Next to thine angels is he plac'd,

And lord of all below.

Thine honours crown his head,

While subject beasts obey;

And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.

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How rich thy bounties are !

And wond'rous are thy ways!

Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame

A monument of praise.

DODDRIDGE:

WATTS

HYMN 207. S. M.
The heavenly Shepherd.

WHILE God my Father's near,

Shepherd and my Guide,

I bid farewell to anxious fear, My wants are all supply'd. 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 wand'ring feet restore;

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

MRS. STEELE.

HYMN 208. C. M.

God's Condescension in becoming the Shepherd of Men.

AND will the Majesty of Heav'n

Accept us for his sheep;

And with a shepherd's tender care
Such worthless creatures keep?

2 And will he spread his guardian arms
Round our defenceless head?

And cause us gently to lie down
In his refreshing shade?

3 And will he lead our weary souls
To that delightful scene,

Where rivers of salvation flow
Through pastures ever green?

4 What thanks can mortal men repay
For favours great as thine ?
Or how can tongues of feeble clay
Proclaim such love divine ?

5 Eternal God! how mean are we?
How richly gracious thou!

Our souls, o'erwhelm'd with humble joy,
In silent transports bow.

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HYMN 209. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Safety in public Diseases and Dangers.
HEY that have made their refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode ;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest their head.
2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,

God is their life; his wings are spread,
To shield them 'midst ten thousand dead.
3 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick and scatter midnight-death,
Still they are safe: the poison'd air
Again grows pure, if God be there.
4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,

Receive commission from the Lord,
To strike bis saints among the rest,
Their very pains and deaths are blest,
5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord! to thee.

HYMN 210. L. M.

God the Protector of Innocence.

HINE is the throne, beneath thy reign,

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Great King of kings! the tribes profane

Behold their dream of conquest o'er,

And vanish, to be seen no more.

WATTS.

2 What eyes like thine, Eternal Sire !
Thro' sin's dark mazes can inquire?
What hand, like thine, to virtue's foes
Such awful judgments can oppose?
3 The meek observer of thy laws
To thee commits his injur'd cause:
In thee, each anxious fear resign'd,
The fatherless a father find.

4 Thou, Lord! thy servants' wish canst read,
Ere from their lips the pray'r proceed :
"Tis thine, the drooping heart to cheer,
To wipe away the starting tear;
5 To vindicate the suff'rer's cause,
To rescue from oppression's jaws,
To curb the haughty tyrant's will
And bid the sons of pride be still.

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HYMN 211. P. 'M.

Waiting for Morning. Ps. xxx.
ONG and mournful is the night,
Mental night of gloomy fear:
Source of comfort, source of light,
When, O when wilt thou appear!

Thy beams alone can bid the gloom depart,
And spread celestial morning o'er my heart.

2 Morning of that glorious day,

Which the blest enjoy above,
Where with full unclouded ray
Shines thine everlasting love:

Where joy triumphant fills the bright abode,
O happy world! fair paradise of God!
3 Thither if the heart aspire,

Shall it, Lord, aspire in vain?
Shall the breathings of desire
Rise with unavailing pain?

O thou, my guide, my solace, and my rest!
In this sad desart shall I rove unblest?

4 Not in vain aspires the heart,

That depends on thee alone;

MERRICK.

Light and joy thou wilt impart,
Radiant dawn of bliss unknown.

Here let me wait beneath thy guardian wing,
Till from thy smile celestial morning spring. STEELE.

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Works of Creation and Providence. Ps. xxxiii.

YE holy souls, in God rejoice,

Your maker's praise becomes your voice;

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Great is your theme, your songs be new;
Sing of his name, his word, his ways,
His works of nature and of grace,
How wise and holy, just and true!

2 Justice and truth he ever loves,

And the whole earth his goodness proves ;
His word the heav'nly arches spread:
How wide they shine from north to south!
And by the spirit of his mouth

Were all the starry armies made.

3 He gathers the wide-flowing seas,
Those wat❜ry treasures know their place
In the vast storehouse of the deep;
He spaké, and

gave all nature birth,

And fires, and seas, and heav'n, and earth,
His everlasting orders keep.

4 Let mortals tremble, and adore

A God of such resistless pow'r,

Nor dare indulge their feeble rage:

Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands,

But his eternal counsel stands,

And rules the world from age to age.

CHI

HYMN 213. L. M.

Instructions of piety. Ps. xxxiv.

WATTS.

WHILDREN in years and knowledge young,
Your parents' hope, your parents' joy!

Attend the counsels of my tongue;
Let pious thoughts your minds employ.

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