Forgotten in unthankfulness, 3 'Tis he forgives my sins, 4 He crowns my life with love, 5 He fills the poor with good; 6 His wondrous works and ways 46. L. M. WATTS. Blessings of providence and redemption. 1 ADORE, my soul! the living God, 2 Bless, O my soul! the God of grace; 3 He fills our longing souls with good, Youth smiles renew'd in active prime, And triumphs o'er the pow'r of time. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And sooths the pains which nature feels: 6 His pow'r he show'd by Moses' hands, 7 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess; 47. L. M, MRS. CARTER. Thanks to God for creation and preservation. 1 THOU pow'r, by whose command we live! The tribute of our praise receive: We to thy love our being owe, 2 Not many suns have form'd the year, 3 Thy skill our native clay refin'd, With symmetry compos'd the whole, 4 A frame susceptible of joy, ; Which force nor time shall ne'er destroy; Which shall, tho' nature claim our breath, Yet triumph o'er the sleep of death. 5 To realms of bliss that frame will soar, When earth and skies shall be no more: O God! in vain our voice essays For this best gift to speak thy praise. 6 How shall our hearts their sense reveal, Where all the pow'r of words must fail? O may it in our lives appear, And each act speak our thanks sincere! Praise to God in life and death. 1 My soul shall praise thee, O my God! Through all my mortal days; And to eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 2 In each bright hour of peace and hope, 3 In all thy mercies may my soul Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows, 4 When gloomy care, or keen distress, Invades my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And sooth my pains to rest. 5 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim My life, with all my active pow'rs, 6 Thro' ev'ry changing stage of life, 7 And tho' these lips shall cease to move, 8 Then shall my pow'rs in endless strains 1 2 The theme demands an angel's tongue, 49. S. M. MRS. STEELE. Obligation to gratitude and praise. My Father and my King! To thee my all I owe: Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring, Thou ever good and kind! 3 The creature of thy hand, 4 5 6 My God! thy benefits demand More praise than life can give. O what can I impart, When all was thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart; Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord! make me to thy service true, And fill me with thy love. O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; And all my days be thine. God, preserver, benefactor, and Saviour. 3 Grief for a night, obtrusive guest! |