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Though by thy daily bounty fed,
O'erlook the tokens of thy care ;
Still owo in praise, still ask in pray'r. 5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And show'rs in sweeter drops shall fall
HYMN 206. S. M.
God's distinguishing Goodness to Map.
LORD! our heav'nly King !
Thy name is all divine ;
Aod o'er the beav'ns they shine.
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
That fill the vaulted sky,
In thy regard so high?
That thou should'st love him so ?
And lord of all below.
Wbile subject beasts obey ;
And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are !
And wond'rous are thy ways !
HYMN 207. S. M.
The heavenly Shepherd.
near, My 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,
To cheer my fainting soul.
How sweet a lot is mine !
Beneficence divine !
My wand’ring feet restore ;
HYMN 208. C. M. God's Condescension in becoming the Shepherd of Men. AND will the Majesty of Hear'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 desenceless head ? And cause us gently to lie down
In his refreshing sbade?
To that delightful scene,
Through pastures ever green?
4 What thanks can mortal men repay
For favours great as thine ?
Proclaim such love divine ?
How richly gracious thou !
Safety in public Diseases and Dangers.
Shall find a most secure abode ;
And there at night shall rest theor head. 2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,
To shield them ’midst ten thousand dead. 3 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick and scatter midnight-death,
Again grows pure, if God be there. 4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord,
Their very pains and deaths are blest, 5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire ;
God the Protector of Innocence.
Great King of kings ! the tribes profane
2 What eyes like thine, Eternal Sire !
Thro'sin's dark mazes cap inquire ?
Such awful judgments can oppose ? 3 The meek observer of thy laws
To thee commits bis injur'd cause :
The fatherless a father find.
Ere from their lips the pray’r proceed :
To wipe away the starting tear ; 5 To vindicate the suff'rer's cause,
To rescue from oppression's jaws,
And spread celestial morning o'er my heart. 2 Morning of that glorious day,
Which the blest enjoy above,
O happy world ! fair paradise of God! 3 Thither if the heart aspire,
Shallit, Lord, aspire in vain ?
In this sad desart shall I rove unblest? 4 Not in vajo aspires the heart,
That depends on thee alone ;
Light and joy thou wilt impart,
HYMN 212. P. M.
How wise and holy, just and true! 2 Justice and truth he ever loves,
And the whole earth bis goodness proves ;
Were all the starry armies made.
Those wat’ry treasures know their place
His everlasting orders keep.
A God of such resistless pow'r,
HYMN 213. L. M.
Instructions of piety. Ps. xxxiv.
Your parents' hope, your parents' joy!