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REAT LORD of earth, and seas, and
U Thy wealth the needy world supplies :
On thee alone the whole depends,
Thy care to ev'ry part extends.
To thee perpetual thanks we owe,..
For all our comforts here below;
Our daily bread thy bounty gives,
And ev'ry rising want relieves.
The wastes of life thy pow'r repairs,
Thy mercy fills tempestuous cares :
And safe beneath thy guardian arm,
We live secur'd from ev'ry harm.
To thee we chearful homage bring;
In grateful hymns thy praises sing;
Direct to thee our waiting eyes,
And humbly look for fresh supplies.
We still are indigent and poor,
Indebted much, yet lacking more : -
On thee we ever will depend,
The rich, the sure, the faithful friend.
And should thy measures feem fevere,
Calmly may we thy chaft'ning bear:
Without complaint to thee submit,
Th’unerring judge of what is fit.
Dependence on Providence.
I. n thee, O GOD! we still depend,
Our father, and our constant friend;
All that is good thou can't supply,
And put all threat’ning eril by.
Should wars on ev'ry side invade,
We'll shelter seek beneath thy shade :
We'll trust to thy paternal care,
Nor want, nor harm, nor danger fear.
We'll still refer ourselves to thee,
And with our lot contented be;
With one consenting heart and voice,
Approve our heav'nly father's choice.
From earth we'll turn our longing eyes,
To regions far beyond the skies;
O fir us for that blest abode, ,
Where dwells our Saviour and our GOD.
1. M AKED as from the earth we came, IV And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dụst.
The fond delights we here enjoy,
And call our own in vain,
Are but short favours borrow'd now, .
To be repaid again.
'Tis GOD that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them to the grave;
He gives, and blessed be his name,
He takes but what he gave.
Peace, all our hafty passions then,
Let each impatient figh,
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.
If smiling mercy crown our lives,
It's praises shall be fpread;
And we'll adore the justice too,
That strikes our comforts dead.
Psalm LVIII. Praise to GOD.
A LMIGHTY maker GOD!
How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus?d abroad
Thro' all creation's frame.
Nature in ev'ry dress
Her humble homage pays; ., And does a thousand ways express Her undissembled praise.
Our souls would rise and sing,
Our great creator too;
Fain would our tongue adore our king
And yield the worship due.
Let joy and worship spend :
The remnant of our days;
And oft to GOD our fouls ascend
In humble acts of praise.
· PSALM LIX.
A Song of Praise.
IN GOD's own house pronounce his praise, 1 His grace he there reveals;
To hear'n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.
Let all your sacred paffions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love,
Your highest praise exceeds.
All that have motion, life and breach,
Proclaim your maker blest;
Yet when our voice expires in death,
Our souls shall praise him best.
General Act of Praise.
D E thou exalted, O my GOD,
D Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
My heart is fix’d; my tongue shall raise,
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to found his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
High o'er the earth thy mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky; ..
His truch to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.