Envy repress'd by Trust in God.
Let not the sinner's wealth or might
The envy of thy soul excite;
Nor urge thee, with disquiet vain,
God's wise disposals to arraign.
eye shall see him fade,
Quick as the flow'r or vernal blade,
That now rejoicing lifts its head,
Now with'ring on the earth is spread.
But thou thy will to heav'ns high Lord
(His faith thy trust, thy rule his word,)
Submit, and, nourish'd by his hand,
Inherit from his gift the land.
In Him delight, on Ilim depend;
Him chuse thy guide, thy way, thine end; So shall his love thy wishes grant,
His care anticipate thy want;
Bid too thine acts in light serene,
Fair, as the rising morn be seen,
Thy justice, as the noon of day,
Diffusive pour its cloudless ray.
Christ, our Sacrifice.
Blest, who in Thee, great God, confide,
Nor madly trust the arm of pride,
And helps that but betray:
Thy mercies, Lord, all praise surmount,
Nor numbers can their sum recount,
Nor words their worth display.
Nor sacrifice thy love can win,
Nor off'rings from the stain of sin
Obnoxious man can clear:
Thy hand my mortal frame prepares, (Thy hand, whose signature it bears,) And opes my willing ear.
And since the blood of victims slain,
And hallow'd gifts attempt in vain
T'avert th' offender's doom,
Jesus th' atonement will provide
Lo! (touch'd with pity thus He cried,) "I come, my God, I come."
The book, by sacred hands unroll'd,
His full obedience has foretold
To thy mysterious will:
His just assent thy servant gives,
His word my breast with joy receives,
My hands with zeal fulfil.
Charity, the best Offering to God. Blest, who with gen'rous pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes, Bows to the poor man's want his ear, And wipes the hopeless orphan's tear:
In ev'ry want, in ev'ry woe,
Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know;
Thy grace its blessings shall impart
To him, who bears a feeling heart :
Thy love his life shall guard, thy hand
Give to his lot the chosen land,
Nor leave him, in the dreadful day,
To unrelenting foes a prey.
When languid with disease and pain,
Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain,
Prop with thine arm his sinking head,
And turn with tend'rest care his bed.
Then thankful bless th' Almighty Lord,
The God, by Jacob's sons ador'd ;
To Him through endless ages raise
One song of oft repeated praise.
The mercies of God vouchsafed to his ser
vants of old, our boast and confidence.
Taught by our sires, great God, our ear
Thy wond'rous acts has wak'd to hear,
Thy mercies to their tribes reveal'd,
Which ages long o'erpast beheld.
By Thee dislodg'd, an impious race
Yield to their chosen seed a place,
And Israel's sons, thy foes o'erthrown,
Succeed to labours not their own.
There planted by thy hand divine,
With large increase their prosp'ring line
Are bless'd, and, nourish'd by thy care,
The fulness of thy bounty share.
For not the arm of human might,
Nor sword of steel, upheld their right;
But 'twas thy presence from on high
That bade each force before them fly.
That pow'r our boast, that hallow'd name
Our hymns of loudest praise shall claim,
While time rolls on its rapid tide,
And day and night thy works divide.
The Glory, the Beauty, and the Strength of the Church described.
Great is our God: with warmest zeal
O let his name be blest,
Within the precincts of his hill,
And city of his rest.
Fair is that hill; how wond'rous fair!
Imperial Sion's seat:
There centers, earth, thy joy, and there
Its measure owns complete.
Her walls, while there his lov'd recess
The northern heav'n surveys,
With safety God vouchsafes to bless,
And pleas'd her sceptre sways.
Thrice blest abode ! whose ev'ry tow'r
By Thee supported stands,
That God, whose wide-extended pow'r
Th' ethereal host commands.
When, prostrate at thy hallow'd shrine,
Thy mercies each surveys,
Transported with the view, we join
In wonder, love and praise.
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