Yet not to earth's contracted span,
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round;

Let not this weak, unknowing hand,
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge my foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's wo,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death.

This day be bread and peace my lot,

All else beneath the sun

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!

One chorus let all beings raise !
All nature's incense rise!

HYMN XXXII.

Charitable Judgment.

ALL-SEEING God! 'tis thine to know,
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.

Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy servant to His bar shall call;
Judge him for modes of faith thy foe,
And doom him to the realms of woe?

Who with another's eye can read?
Or worship by another's creed ?
Revering thy commands alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.

If wrong forgive, approve if right:
While faithful we obey our light,
And, cens'ring none, are zealous still
To follow as to learn thy will.

When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people fashion'd in thy mould;
And charity our lineage prove

Deriv'd from thee, O God of love?

SCOTT.

HYMN XXXIII.

WATTS.

All Nations called upon to Praise God the Creator. A plain Translation of Psalm C.

Ye nations round the earth, rejoice

Before the Lord, your sov'reign king:
Şerve him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues his glory sing.

The Lord is God; 'tis he alone

Doth life and breath and being give:
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.

Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to His courts repair;
And make it your divine employ

To pay your thanks and honours there.

The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;

Great is His grace, His mercy sure: And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

BROWNE.

HYMN XXXIV.

To God the Creator.

GREAT First of beings! mighty Lord

Of all this wondrous frame!

Produc'd by thy creating word,

The world from nothing came.

Thy voice sent forth the high command;
'Twas instantly obey'd:

And through thy goodness all things stand,
Which by thy pow'r were made.

Thy glories shine throughout the whole,
Each part reflects thy light:

For thee, in course the planets roll,
And day succeeds the night.

For thee, the sun disperses heat
And beams of cheering day:
The distant stars, in order set,

By night thy pow'r display.

For thee, the earth its produce yields;

For thee, the waters flow:

And various plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.

Inspir'd with praise, may we pursue
This wise and noble end;
And all we think, and all we do,
To thy true honour tend!

HYMN XXXV.

To God the Creator and Lord of all.

ALMIGHTY God! thy pow'rful word
From nothing all things brought;
Earth, seas, and skies, by thee, their Lord,
With skill divine were wrought.

By thee preserv'd, the world remains
A proof of pow'r divine;

Whatever this great whole contains,
By sov'reign right is thine.

Thou over all art Lord supreme,
All things from thee derive;
No creature can dispute thy claim,
Or independent live.

To thine all-gracious pow'r we bow;
Our wills to thee resign:

Accept the praise; accept the vow;
We would be ever thine.

BROWNE.

HYMN XXXVI.

The Goodness of God.

SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
O God, our heav'nly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.

God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;

Through the whole earth thy bounty shines,
And ev'ry want supplies.

How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves !
But swiftly flies thy pard'ning word
To cheer the souls it loves.

All nature through its boundless space
Utters a grateful voice;

But those who taste thy richer grace
In highest strains rejoice.

HYMN XXXVII.

God Kind and Merciful.

LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou Sov'reign Lord of all:

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,

And raise the poor that fall.

When sorrow bows the spirit down,

Or virtue lies distrest

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,

Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

WATTS.

WATTS.