120.

L. M. DODDRIDGE.

The year crowned with the divine goodness.

1.

ETERNAL Source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2.

Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.

3.

The flowery spring at thy command
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

4.

Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive hymns of praise:
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With morning light and evening shade.

5.

O may our more harmonious tongues
In worlds unknown pursue
the songs,

And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve, no more!

121. L. M. LIVERPOOL COLLECTION. The universal providence of God.

1.

THE earth and all the heavenly frame Their great Creator's love proclaim : He gives the sun his genial power, And sends the soft refreshing shower.

2.

The ground with plenty blooms again, And yields her various fruits to men; To men, who from his bounteous hand Receive the gifts of every land.

3.

Nor to the human race alone
Is his paternal goodness shown:
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air
Enjoy his universal care.

4.

Not even a sparrow yields its breath,
Till God permit the stroke of death;
He hears the ravens when they call
The father and the friend of all!

122. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The bounty of providence.

1.

FATHER of lights! we sing thy name, Who kindlest up the lamp of day; Wide as he spreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display.

2.

Fountain of good! from thee proceed
The copious drops of genial rain,

Which thro' the hills, and thro' the meads,
Revive the grass and swell the grain.

3.

Through 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 liberal hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.

5.

So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in richer drops will fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O God, enjoyed in all.

123.

L. M.

WATTS.

Praise to the God of providence and grace.

1.

GIVE to our God immortal praise,
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

2.

Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown:

His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

3.

He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

4.

He fills the sun with morning light,
And bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When suns and moons shall shine no more.

5.

He sent his son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.

6.

Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heavenly seat:
His mercies ever shall endure,

When this vain world shall be no more.

124. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

God the intellectual light.

1.

PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might,
With uncreated glories bright;

His presence gilds the worlds above,
The unchanging source of light and love.

2.

Our rising earth his eye beheld,
When, in substantial darkness veil'd,

The shapeless chaos, nature's womb,

Lay buried in eternal gloom.

3.

Let there be light!" Jehovah said, And light o'er all its face was spread; Nature, arrayed in charms unknown, Gay with its new-born lustre shone.

4.

He sees the mind, when lost it lies
In shades of ignorance and vice;
And darts from heaven a vivid ray,
And changes midnight into day.

5.

My soul, revived by heaven-born day,
Thy radiant image shall display,
While all my faculties unite

To praise the Lord who gives me light.

125. L. M.

WATTS.

Praise for the blessings of providence.

1.

PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

2.

He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.

3.

Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.