Yet not to earth's contracted span, Let not this weak, unknowing hand, If I am right, thy grace impart, Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has denied, Teach me to feel another's wo, Mean though I am, not wholly so, 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, To thee, whose temple is all space, One chorus let all beings raise ! HYMN XXXII. Charitable Judgment. ALL-SEEING God! 'tis thine to know, Who among men, high Lord of all, Who with another's eye can read? If wrong forgive, approve if right: When shall our happy eyes behold 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: The Lord is God; 'tis he alone Doth life and breath and being give: Enter his gates with songs of joy, 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; And through thy goodness all things stand, Thy glories shine throughout the whole, For thee, in course the planets roll, For thee, the sun disperses heat By night thy pow'r display. For thee, the earth its produce yields; For thee, the waters flow: And various plants adorn the fields, Inspir'd with praise, may we pursue HYMN XXXV. To God the Creator and Lord of all. ALMIGHTY God! thy pow'rful word By thee preserv'd, the world remains Whatever this great whole contains, Thou over all art Lord supreme, To thine all-gracious pow'r we bow; Accept the praise; accept the vow; BROWNE. HYMN XXXVI. The Goodness of God. SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, God reigns on high, but not confines Through the whole earth thy bounty shines, How kind are thy compassions, Lord! All nature through its boundless space But those who taste thy richer grace 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. |