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HYMN THE FIRST.

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more;
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise!
But O! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.

HYMNUS PRIMUS.

Vitæ per omne stadium, adultus et senex,
Benignitatem prædicando prosequar;
Amabilemque, hoc corpus exutus, Thesin
Redintegrabo sæculorum in sæcula.

Natura cùm cesset, nec ampliùs dies
Noctesque per vices opera monstrent Tua,
Memor usque cor, quæ gratiosè feceris,
Fideliter revolvet et venerabitur.

Millena millies per æva canticum

Movebo Tibi, Jehova, gratitudinis;

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Sed, O! nimis, nimis est brevis, nec laudibus

Vel tota sufficit Tuis æternitas.

HOW

How sure is their defence!

Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.

In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breathed in tainted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.

Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes
Thou saw'st the wide-extended deep

In all its horrors rise!

See Spectator, No. 489

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HYMNUS SECUNDUS.

UAM sunt beati, qui, Jehova, Te colunt!

Quàm certa tute es Te verentibus salus!

Æterna mens eos regit, dux et comes,
Et major omnibus Potestas adjuvat.

In exteris regnis, locisque dissitis,
Vigilantiâ securus et salvus Tuâ,
Cœli per ardentis peragrabam plagas,
Et insalubrem sanus hauriebam aëra.

Tuus
per omne vultus affulsit solum,
Solumque fecit omne mihi ut arriserit;
Calore temperavit Alpium nives,
Tuscique complanavit undas æquoris.

Recogita mecum, anima mea, recogita,
Horrore quo perculsa, ponti videris
Imo ex sinu profunditates erutas,
Montesque fluctuum imminentes montibus!

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HYMN THE SECOND.

Confusion dwelt in every face,

And fear in every heart,

When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free;
While in the confidence of prayer

My soul took hold on Thee.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung,
High on the broken wave,

I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

The storm was laid, the winds retired,
Obedient to Thy will;

The sea, that roar'd at Thy command,
At thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

My life, if thou preservest my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to Thee.