7 Great Source of light! thy beams display,
My drooping joys restore,
And guide me to the seats of day,
Where winter frowns no more.

HYMN CX. L. M.

Praise for national blessings.

1 Great God! beneath whose piercing eye
The earth's extended kingdoms lie;
Whose fav'ring smile upholds them all,
Whose anger smites them, and they fall!
2 We bow before thy heavenly throne ;
Thy power we see, thy goodness own;
Yet, cherish'd by thy milder voice,
Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.

3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
Their children's children long shall own;
To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise
The tribute of exulting praise.

4 Safe, under thine unerring aid, Secure the paths of life we tread ; And freely as the vital air

Thy first and noblest bounties share.

5 O God! our guardian and our friend,
O still thy shelt'ring arm extend!
Preserv'd by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last.

1 Great Ruler of the earth and skies, A word of thy almighty breath Can sink the world or bid it rise; Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rush to arms, And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,And war resounds its dire alarms, And slaughter spreads the hostile plain ; 3 Thy sov'reign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course, and bounds their power;

Thy word the angry nations own,

And noise and war are heard no more.

4 Then peace returns with balmy wing,
(Sweet peace! with her what blessings
fled!)

Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing,
Reviving commerce lifts her head.

5 Thou good, and wise, and righteous Lord,
All move subservient to thy will;
And peace and war await thy word,
And thy sublime decrees fulfill.

6 To thee we pay our grateful songs,
Thy kind protection still implore;

O may our hearts, and lives, and tongues Confess thy goodness and adore.

HYMN CXII. 7s M.

Harmony of praise.

1 Thou, who sitt'st enthron'd above!
Thou, in whom we live and move!
Thou, who art most great, most high!
God, from all eternity!

2 O, how sweet, how excellent,
"Tis when tongue and heart consent;
Grateful hearts and joyful tongues,
Hymning thee in tuneful songs

3 When the morning paints the skies,
When the stars of ev'ning rise,
We thy praises will record,
Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord!

4 Decks the spring with flowers the field? Harvest rich doth autumn yield?

Giver of all good below!

Lord, from thee these blessings flow.

5 Sov'reign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record;

Giver of these blessings! we
Pour the grateful song to thee.

HYMN CXIII. L. M.

Unceasing praise.

1 God of my life! through all its days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;

The song shall wake with op'ning light, And cheer the dark and silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would rend my throbbing breast,

Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail; Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But O when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to earth no more;
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains ;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

HYMN CXIV. Six Line C. M.

Eternal praise for divine goodness.

1 I'll praise my Maker, whilst I've breath; And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers.

My days of praise shall ne'er be past Whilst life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On God alone, who made the sky,

And earth, and seas, and all their train.
His truth for ever stands secure ;
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

3 The Lord hath sight to give the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

4 I'll praise him, while he lends me breath ; And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers. My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilst life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.

HYMN CXV. C. M.

The mystery and benignity of Providence.

1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform;