And ev'ry deep and heart-felt groan 4 Thy gracious eye is watchful still; 5 When, pale and languid all the frame, 6 "Tis thou, great GOD! alone canst check 7 Eternal Source of life and health, 167. C. M. TATE & BRADY. Encouragement from the experience of God's goodness. 1 THRO' all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my GoD shall still 2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 The hosts of GOD encamp around The dwellings of the just; Protection he affords to all Who make his name their trust. 40 make but trial of his love! Experience will decide, How blest are they, and only they, Who in his truth confide. 5 Fear him, ye just, and you will then Have nothing else to fear: Make you his service your delight; Your wants shall be his care. 1 2 3 4 PART VI. Thanksgiving. 168. S. M. MRS STEELE. Obligation to gratitude and praise. To thee my all I owe : Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring, My GOD! thy benefits demand More praise than tongue can give. O what can I impart, When all was thine before? 5 Shall I withhold thy due? 6 O let thy grace inspire 169. L. M. WATTS. Praise for temporal blessings. 1 WE bless the LORD, the just, the good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. 2 He sends the sun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground: He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Refresh the thirsty earth again. 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes from death: Safety and health to God belong: He helps the weak, he guards the strong. 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love; But the wide diff'rence shall appear, When the rewarding day draws near. 170. C. M. FLEXMAN. GOD our constant benefactor. 1 GREAT GOD! to thee my grateful tongue My fervent thanks shall raise: Inspire my heart to raise the song, 2 From thy almighty forming hand 3 Thy pow'r, my ever-present guard, While num'rous dangers hover round, 4 Beneath the shadow of thy wings, 5 In celebration of thy praise, I will employ my breath: GOD the author of our comforts, our deliverances, and our hopes. 1 GREAT Source of life! our souls confess 2 By thee, the vault of heav'n was spread; |