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12 When nature fails, and day and night
divide thy works no more, : My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
thy mercy shall adore. 13 Through all eternity to thee
a joyful song I'll raise; For oh! eternity's too short to’utter all thy praise.
HYMN XV. On the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens: Being a Translation of Part of the 19th Psalm of David. 1 TWE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
Does his Creator's power display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
Repeats the story of her birth;
And all the planets in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Amidst their radiant orbs be found ! 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
23d Psalm of David.
And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye; 2 My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend;
Or on the thirsty mountain pant. 3 To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
For thou, O Lord, art with me still; 5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade:
Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
For the Mercies of Redemption. 1 LL-glorious God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise ! What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heaven stands open to our view! 2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low !
Just on the brink of endless woe;
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
And spread around his heavenly light !
To souls impoverish?d and undone !
A bright inheritance as ours;
shall be our song; From him alone all mercies flow;
His arm alone subdues the foe!
Propitious to his people's prayer ;
Yet answers still in his own day.
Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand,
To thee, our Saviour and our King; 4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise ;
To thee a temple shall become. 5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
GBids athebe rolling waves rejoice;
And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent in the sand.
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
At thy command, or rage or sleep. 3 Thus is thy glorious power ador'd
Among the wat’ry nations, Lord !
thou art their sure defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam.
and breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home;
yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil,
makes every country please; Thou on the snowy bills dost smile,
and smooth'st the rugged seas ! 4 When waves on waves, to heaven upreard,
defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear'd,
and sorrow in each heart; 5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer,
to snatch ine from the grave ! I found thine ear not slow to hear,
nor short thine arm to save ! 6 Thou gav'st the word---the winds did cease,
the storms obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace,
and every wave was still ! 7 For this my life, in every state,
a life of praise shall be ;
attend his people's humble cry;
Defend them in the needful hour,
and send deliverance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope,
and in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up;
our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train’d for war,
and some of chariots make their boasts ; Our surest expectations are
from thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
and let our trust be firm and strong,
For the Use of the Sick. 1 VHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,
Past mercies teach me where to fly:
When sickness grieves, or pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art
Kindly thy healing power impart;
Unless an angel bless'd the wave. 3 All med'cines act by thy decree,
Receive commission all from thee:
But teens with health, when heaven ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam'st pool, we find,
At heaven's command restor'd the blind ;
To wash a Syrian leper clean.
Grant me to know and do thy will;
And save me from eternal pain.
My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
And pour the horrors of despair.
My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes ;
My God, my Father, and my Friend.
Had not thy Son vouchsaf'd to bleed;
Admittance to the throne of grace.
† 2 Kings v. 10.
His blood is all-sufficient found
To draw the shaft and heal the wound. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ?
What venom gives such pain within ?
Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. 11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,
And bow submissive to thy will,
On Recovery from Sickness. 1 VHEN we are rais'd from deep distress,
our God deserves our song; We take the pattern of our praise
from Hezekiah's* tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave
are open'd wide in vain, If he that holds the keys of death
command them fast again. 3 When he but speaks the healing word,
then no disease withstands; Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
and fly, as he commands. 4 If half the strings of life should break,
he can our frame restore, And cast our sins behind his back,
and they are found no more.
“ thou ever good and just ;
“thy power is all my trust!"
and dry'd my falling tears : Now to his praise I'll
spend my breath, through my remaining years.
On the same. 1 Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up,
thee I'll extol with thankful voice; Restor'd by thine Almighty power,
with fear before thee I'll rejoice. 2 With troubles worn, with pain oppressid,
to thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, my life didst rescue from the
grave. 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me,
with me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind, and all his faithfulness record.
* Isaiah xxxix. 9, &c.