Who, sick'ning at the present seenes,
Sigh for that better state to come :
5 All, great creator! all are thine;
All feel thy providential care;

And through each varying scene of life
Alike thy constant pity share.

6 And whether grief oppress the heart,
Or whether joy elate the breast;
Or life still keep its little course,
Or death invite the heart to rest:
7 All are thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey:
And all are training man to dwell
Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee.

HYMN 514.

DYER.

P. M.

Thanksgiving and Praise.

MY soul, praise the Lord,

Speak good of his name!

His mercies record,

His bounties proclaim:
To God, their creator,
Let all creatures raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise!

2 Though, hid from man's sight,
God sits on his throne,

Yet here by his works

Their author is known:
The world shines a mirror
Its maker to show,
And heav'n views its image
Reflected below.

Those agents of pow'r,

Fire, water, earth, sky,
Attest the dread night
Of God the most high:

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Who rides on the whirlwind
While clouds veil bis form;
Who smiles in the sunbeam,
Or frowns in the storm.
By knowledge supreme,
By wisdom divine,
God governs this earth,
With gracious design:
O'er beast, bird, and insect,
His providence reigns,
Whose will first created,

Whose love still sustains.

And man, his last work,
With reason endu❜d,
Who, falling through sin,
By grace is renew'd;
To God, his creator,

Let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving,
The chorus of praise !

HYMN 515.

Grateful Praise.

your creator God,

To Your great preserver, raise,

Ye creatures of his hand,

Your highest notes of praise:

PARK.

P. M.

Proclaim his power,

And loud rejoice.

His name adore,

2 Thou source of light and heat,
Bright sov'reign of the day,
Dispensing blessings round,
With all-diffusive ray;
From morn to night,
Record his name,

3 Fair regent of the night,
With all thy starry train,
Which rise in silent hosts,
To gild the azure plain;

With ev'ry beam,
Who made thee brigh

With countless rays
Prolong the theme,

4 Let all the creatures join,

To celebrate his name,

Declare his name,
Reflect his praise.

And all their various powers

Assist th' exalted theme.

Let nature raise

A general song

From every tongue
Of grateful praise.

5 But oh! from human tongues
Should nobler praises flow ፡
And every thankful heart,
With warm devotion glow :

Your voices raise, Ye highly blest;
Above the rest,

Declare his praise. Mrs.STEELE.

HYMN 516. C. M.

Creation of Man.

A GOD, a God, the wide earth shouts !

A God! the heav'ns reply:

He moulded in his palm the world,
And hung it in the sky.

2" Let us make man" :-with beauty clad,
And health in ev'ry vein,
And reason thron'd upon his brow,
Stepp'd forth majestic man.

3 Around he turn'd his wond'ring eyes,
All nature's works surveys;
Admires the earth, the skies, himself;
And tries his tongue in praise.

4 Ye hills, and vales! ye meads, and woods!
Sun! with o'erpowering glare,
Fair creatures, tell me, if ye can,
From whence, and what ye are?

5 What parent pow'r, all great and good,
Do these around me own ?

Tell me, creation, tell me how
T'adore the yast unknown !

DARWIN.

BEH

HYMN 517. C. M.
The Example of Jesus.

EHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found,

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn
Patient and meek he stood !
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labour'd for their good.

5 To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursu'd;
While humble pray'r and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.

6 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his father's throne,

With soul resign'd he bow'd, and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done!"

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7 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide!
His image may we bear!

O may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

BEHOL

HYMN 518.

Christian Charity.

ENFIELD

C. M.

QEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying master stands !

His weeping foll'wers gath'ring round,

Receive his last commands,

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!

The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.

3 Blest is the man, whose soft'ning heart
Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never rais'd in vain :

4 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth
A stranger's woe to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the pow'r to heal.

5 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To ev'ry child of grief:
His secret bounty largely flows,
Aud brings unask'd relief.

6 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow :

He views through mercy's melting eye
A brother in a foe.

Peace from the bosom of his God,
My peace to him I give ;
And when he kneels before his throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

To him protection shall be shewn,

And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil

The perfect law of love.

HYMN 519. C. M.

BARBAULD

The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. lxxi. 17, 18.
YOD of my childhood, and my youth,
The guide of all my days!

GOD

I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,
I've seen thy wondrous ways.

2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?

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