120. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The year crowned with the divine goodness. 1. ETERNAL Source of every joy! 2. Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 3. The flowery spring at thy command 4. Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days 5. O may our more harmonious tongues And in those brighter courts adore, 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 4. Not even a sparrow yields its breath, 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 Which thro' the hills, and thro' the meads, 3. Through the wide world thy bounties spread; Though by thy daily bounty fed, 4. Not so may our forgetful hearts 5. So shall our suns more grateful shine, 123. L. M. WATTS. Praise to the God of providence and grace. 1. GIVE to our God immortal praise, 2. Give to the Lord of lords renown, His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 3. He built the earth, he spread the sky, 4. He fills the sun with morning light, When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5. He sent his son with power to save 6. Through this vain world he guides our feet, When this vain world shall be no more. 124. L. M. DODDRIDGE. God the intellectual light. 1. PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might, His presence gilds the worlds above, 2. Our rising earth his eye beheld, 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 5. My soul, revived by heaven-born day, 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 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, |