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HYMN VII.

The mercy of God.

10 THOU, the wretched's sure retreat,
Who dost their cares control,
And with the cheerful smile of peace
Revive the fainting soul!

Did ever thy relenting ear
The humble plea disdain ?
Or when did plaintive misery sigh,
Or supplicate, in vain?

3 Whoe'r to thee for pardon sue
In penitential tears,

Thy goodness calms their restless doubts,
And dissipates their fears.

4 New life from thy refreshing grace,
Their sinking hearts receive!

Thy gentlest, best-lov'd attribute,
To pity and forgive.

5 From that blest source propitious hope
Appears serenely bright,

And sheds her soft diffusive beam
O'er sorrow's dismal night.

6 Our griefs confess her vital power,
And bless the friendly ray,
Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.

HYMN VIII.

The greatness and majesty of God.

1 THE Lord of glory reigns; he reigns on high ;
His robes of state are strength and majesty;
This wide creation rose at his command;
Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand :
Long stood his throne, ere he began creation,
And his own Godhead is the firm foundation."

2 God is th' eternal King: Thy foes in vain
Raise their rebellion to confound thy reign:
In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise,
And roar, and toss their waves against the skies.
Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild commotion,
But heav'n's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.
3 Ye tempests, rage no more! ye floods, be still!
And the mad world submissive to his will:

Built on his truth, his church must ever stand: Firm are his promises, and strong his hand : See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him!

HYMN IX.

To God the Creator.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffus'd abroad
Through all creation's frame!

2 Nature, in ev'ry dress,

Her humble homage pays;
And does a thousand ways express
Her undissembled praise.

Our souls would rise and sing
Our Great Creator, too;

Fain would our tongues adore our King,
And pay the homage due.

4 Let joy and worship spend

The remnant of our days, And oft to God our souls ascend

In grateful songs of praise.

HYMN X.

God known by his works.

1 GREAT God! the heav'n's well-order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name;

There thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear
Of boundless pow'r, and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light,
Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to the Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.

3 Yet their divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun;

All nature joins to shew thy praise :
Thus God in every creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature's lines,

Which shews thy wisdom and thy grace.
HYMN XI.

The voice of nature.

1 THERE is a God, all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies:
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When the first beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun, serenely bright,

O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads;
And health and plenty smile around;
And fruitful fields, and verdant meads,
Are with a thousand blessings crown'd.
The flow'ry tribes, all blooming, rise
Above the weak attempts of art;
Their bright, inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

5 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er,

Confess the footsteps of the God,
And bow before him, and adore.

HYMN XII.

The God of nature and of providence.
1 JOIN, every tongue, to praise the Lord :
All nature rests upon his word:

His works proclaim his power divine;
O'er all the earth his glories shine.

2 Seasons and times obey his voice:
The ev'ning and the morn rejoice,
To see the earth made soft with show'rs,
Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flow'rs.
3 'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high,
He gives the thirsty ground supply;
He walks upon the clouds, and thence
*Doth his enriching drops dispense.
4 The desert grows a fruitful field;
Abundant fruit the meadows yield!
The vallies shout with cheerful voice,
And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.
9 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine;
In all the earth thy glories shine;
Through ev'ry month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.

HYMN XIII.

The providence of God in the seasons of the

year.

1 ETERNAL Source of ev'ry joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear
To hail the Sovereign of the year.

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports and guides the whole ;

The sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness, when to veil the skies.

The flow'ry spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours,
Through all our coasts, redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise:

And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.

HYMN XIV.

The bounty of God in the works of creation.

1 WE bless the Lord, the great, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
Who pours his blessings from the skies,
And loads our days with rich supplies.

He sends the sun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits and warm the ground;
In plenteous drops his genial rain
Revives the grass and swells the grain.

3 His bounteous hand, great Spring of Good,
Provides the whole creation food;

He ever gives, yet still has more;
His gifts can ne'er decrease his store.

4 We bless the Lord who reigns above,
Whose thoughts are kind whose, name is love
Whose bounty through creation flows,
And life and bliss on all bestows

50 let our souls with joy record
The pow'r and goodness of the Lord;
How great his works, how kind his ways!
Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise.

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