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HYMN 20. P. M. "HOU pow'r supreme, by whose command we live!
The grateful tribute of our praise receive: To thy indulgence we our being owe,
And all the joys which from that being flow. 2. Thy skill our elemental clay refip’d,
And all its various parts in order join’d:
And stamp'd thy sacred image on the soul: 3. A soul, suseeptible of endless joy,
Whose frame nor force, nor time shall e’er destroy ; Which shall survive, though nature claim our breath,
And bid defiance to the darts of death.
When all the energy of words must fail ?
HYMN 21. s. M.
Maker and my King !
To thee my all I owe.
From whence my blessings flow.
A thousand reasons move,
My heart to grateful love.
On thee alone I live.
More praise than tongue can gire.
When all was thine before ?
T'he gift, alas ! how poor!
And shall my passions rove?
6. O let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine ;
HYMN 22. s. M.
Let all within me join,
Whose favours are divine. 2.0 bless the Lord, my soul !
Nor let his mercies lie
And without praises die. 3. 'Tis he forgives thy sins ;
'Tis he relieves thy pain ;
And gives thee strength again. 4. He crowns thy life with love,
When rescu'd from the grave;
Hath boundless pow'r to save. 5. He fills the
And mercy for th' oppress’d. 6. His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
HYMN 23. L. M. 1. G (REAT source of life, our souls confess
The various riches of thy grace; Crown'd with thy mercy, we rejoice,
And in thy praise exalt our voice.
By thee the earth's foundations laid;
3. Thy quick’ning hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death : Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years. 4. Our lives are sacred to the Lord,
Kindled by him, by him restor'd ;
May sin no more these hours disgrace! 5. So when, at length, by thee we're led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
HYMN 24. L. M.
Amidst the bounties of thy hand. How numberless these bounties are !
How rich, how various, and how fair! 2. But 0! what poor returns I make!
What lifeless thanks I pay thee back!
My off'rings scarce deserve the name. 3. Fain would my lab'ring heart devise,
To bring some pobler sacrifice.
What shall I render to my God? 4. To him I consecrate my praise,
And vow the remnant of my days,
Worthy such gifts from such a friend? 5. In deep abasement, Loril, I see,
My emptiness and poverty.
And make me worthier to be thine. 6. Give me at length an angel's tongue,
That heav'n may echo with my song:
HYMN 25. s. M. 1. O Lord, our heav’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, And see the moon thy hands have form’d
In all her splendour rise : 3. When I curvey the stars,
That fill the vaulted sky:Lord, what is man, that he should stand
In thy regard so high? 9. Or what the son of man,
That he should be thy care, And in the bounties of thy grace
Possess so large a share ? 5. Tho' offspring of the dust,
(How vast the debt we owe !) Next to thine angels are we plac'd,
And lords of all below. 6. Appointed for our use,
The subject beasts obey,
And fish that cleave the sea. 7. How rich thy favours are !
How wondrous are thy ways ! Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame, A monument of praise.
HYMN 26. C. M. LMIGHTY Father! Gracious Lord !
Kind Guardian of my days! Thy mercies let my heart record
In songs of grateful praise.
Was thy indulgent care,
Or breathe the infant pray’r.
How weak her brightest ray!
How little of my God I knew!
How apt from thee to stray!
What snares o'erspread my road!
But my Preserver, God.
"Twas thy unceasing love That sav'd me from impending death,
And bade my fears remove. 6. Lord, though this mortal frame decays,
And earthly comfort flies; Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.
In more exalted lays,
HYMN 27. c. M. 1. M'God, what blessings round me shone,
! How many pass'd almost unknown,
Or unregarded by!
From thy exhaustless store.
Would count thy mercies o’er:
Thy bounteous hand would trace ;
The blessings of thy grace.
For favours more divine;
Where all thy glories shine.
How cold my warmest love! My Father! teach me to adore As angels do above,