Give thanks to God in all things. 1 GREAT God! our joyful thanks to thee, It is because thou'rt good and wise; 4 Deep, Lord, upon our thankful breast 5 May we with grateful hearts each day 57. L. M. MISS ROSCOE. 1 How rich the blessings, O my God, Which teach this grateful heart to glow; How kindly pour'd and free bestow'd, The rivers of thy mercy flow! 2 How calmly rolls the stream of life ; Secure in thine immortal trust,. The soul has hush'd her secret strife, 3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast 4 Then virtue's humble toil and prayer Prayer to the supreme being. 1 WHILE raptur'd saints adoring stand, 2 Thou source of everlasting good, Thy pow'r restrains the swelling flood ;- 3 Thy presence fills unbounded space, Thro' nature's various parts we trace 4 Thy wisdom paints each springing flow'r, And shades the blushing green; Thy goodness falls in ev'ry show'r, 5 When'er thy wisdom thinks it fit 1 FATHER supreme! thy gracious pow'r On ev'ry hand we see ; O may the blessings of each hour 2 If on the wings of morn we speed Thy right hand will our footsteps lead, 3 Thy pow'r is in the ocean deeps, Thine eye of mercy never sleeps, 4 From morn till noon, till latest eve And all the blessings we receive, 5 In all the various scenes of time, God the author of our comforts, our deliverances, and our hopes. 1 GREAT Source of life! our souls confess 2 By thee the vault of heav'n was spread; 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 ; The bounty of Providence improved. 1 FATHER of lights! we sing thy name, 2 Fountain of good! from thee proceeds, In copious drops, the genial rain, Which o'er the hills, and thro' the meads, Revive the grass, and swell the grain. 3 Thro' the wide world thy bounties spread; Yet millions of our guilty race, Though by thy daily bounty fed, Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace. 4 Not so may our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care; But what thy lib'ral hand imparts, Still own in praise, still ask in pray'r. 5 So shall our suns more grateful shine, And show'rs in sweeter drops shall fall, When all our hearts and lives are thine, And thou, O GOD! enjoy'd in ail. 1 MY GOD! thy boundless love I praise ; It streams from thine eternal throne; 2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, In ev'ry vernal beam it glows, |