2 In all our griefs he takes a share, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations are, For he hath felt the same. 3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out strong cries and tears; And, in his measure, feels afresh What ev'ry member bears. The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address 6 He ever lives to intercede 4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, But raise it to a flame; Nor doubt the Father's grace., VIII. Of God, as manifested in the Creation, Preservation and Government of the World. 155.* T. 234. OGOD, thou bottomless abyss! [ble! Thee to describe I am not able; I can't express thy properties, Thy heights and depths unmeasuraThou'rt an unfathomable sea, The God of universal nature: True wisdom is not found in me, I'm a short-sighted feeble creature. I'd place thee full in view, And give thee praises due; Butwith mereweakness I'm surrounded; For all that thou art, knows Nor origin, nor close; Ah, hère my senses are confounded! 2 All sprung from thine omnipotence, What now or ever hath subsisted: No single atom comes by chance ; Wert thou not, nothing had existed. Whate'er accosts our ear or eye, Object of knowledge or the senses, Derives its origin from thee, Its being at thy word commences: None can control thy will; What is impossible With men, thou to effect art able. Thou to thyself alone Art adequately known; Thy wisdom is unmeasurable. 3 No limits thee can circumscribe, Thy kingdom ev'ry where extendeth; Who can thy greatness e'er describe? Thy praise and power never endeth. Thou stretchest to infinity, Beyond the highest heavens seated; Thy glorious name, thy majesty Can never be conceiv'd or meted. Thou art ador'd by all, Each must before thee fall; Whoe'er in confidence applied To thee in his distress, Prov'd thy unbounded grace, And all his wants were well supplied. 4 Counsel and deed are one with thee, And justice in thy court presideth; Perfection's thine, without degree, And love thy character abideth. Mercy and faithfulness most true, And grace and goodness beyond meaAre ev'ry morning to us new, [sure, According to thy own good pleasure. Each moment of our days Thy tender care displays, And some newpledge of mercy showeth. What we are or shall be, Must be deriv'd from thee, From whom alone each blessing floweth. 5 Ah! who can render thee just praise? Who? tho' his heart and tongue combined! No temple is thy dwelling-place, What man performs for thee, 6 Thy hand rewards, tho' all is thine, Thou! by whose fire thy foes must perish; Altho' its genial warmth and shine Thy friends meanwhile doth warm and cherish. The seraphim with sweetest tone ALMIGHTY God, thou sov'reign Lord, 'Fore thee we prostrate fall, In heaven and on earth ador'd, 17 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 8 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, 9 Creatures with all their endless race, 157.* T. 22. MONARCH of all, with humble fear To thee heav'n's hosts their voices raise, Ev'n earth and dust thy bounties share: 3. Of all thou the beginning art, 2 Thou canst not by our eyes be seen, On thee still fix my wav'ring heart, Thou art a spirit pure, 3 Present alike in ev'ry place space To thee let all my actions tend. 4 Thou, Lord, art light: thy native ray No shade, no variation knows; To my dark soul thy light display, The brightness of thy face disclose. 5 Thou, Lord, art love: from thee pure love Flows forth in unexhausted streams; Let me its quick'ning virtue prove, O fill my heart with sacred flames! 6 Thou, Lord, art good, and thou alone: With eager hope, with warm desire, Thee may I still my portion own, To thee in ev'ry thought aspire. 7 So shall my ev'ry pow'r to thee In love and endless praises rise; Yea, body, soul and spirit be Thy ever living sacrifice. 8 Lord God almighty, ceaseless praise 2 He built the earth, he spread the sky In heav'n, thy throne, to thee is giv'n; And fixt the starry lights on high: Here, as in heav'n, thy name we bless, He fills the sun with morning light, For where thy presence shines, is He bids the moon direct the night. heav'n. T. 590. LORD, when thou saidst, "So let it be," The heav'ns were spread, and shone, And this whole earth stood gloriously; Thou spak'st, and it was done; The whole creation still records, Unto this very day, 4 3 He sent his Son with pow'r to save HIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break thro' ev'ry cloud That veils on earth thy wise designs. For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Great are the wonders of thy hands Thy judgments are a mighty deep. Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge, 2 But man is thy peculiar care. My God, how excellent thy grace! Whence all our hope and comfort That thou art God, the Lord of lords; The sons of Adam in distress [springs, Thee all things must obey. Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 3 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast ; There mercy, like a river, flows, And we the living water taste. Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from thy presence, gracious And in thy light divine we see [Lord, The glories promis'd in thy word. 163.* T. 214. I WILL sing to my Creator, Unto God I'll render praise, Who by ev'ry thing in nature Magnifies his tender grace. Nought but loving condescension Still inclines his faithful heart To support and take their part, Who pursue his blest intention. All things to their period tend, 2 Yea, his Son his heart paternal 3 His good Spirit's blest instruction 4 My soul's welfare he advances, 5 As a hen is us❜d to gather Kept me safe from hurtful things; 6 Since nor end, nor bounds, nor mea- Grant me grace both day and night, WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, 2 Ohow shall words with equal warmth That glows within my ravish'd heart! 4. To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul From whom those comforts flow'd, 7 Thro' hidden dangers, toils & deaths, 8 When worn with sickness,oft hast thou grace. life Thy goodness I'll pursue; 165. T. 14. IN thee I live, and move, and am; 2 From thee I am, thro' thee I am, 3 Naked I came into this world, 4 I do not praise my lab'ring hand, Is 5 Thy bounty gives me bread with 6 The daily favors of my God 7 Lord, in the day, thou art about The paths wherein I tread.; Thou art about my bed. 8 O let my house a temple be, |