2 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good
Has made my cup run o'er ;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

4 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

5 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide the time no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

6 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song P'il raise ;
For O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

ADDISON.

Common Metre.

HYMN CCLXVIII.

The Spring.

1 WHEN verdure clothes the fertile vale,
And blossoms deck the spray;
And fragrance breathes in every gale,
How sweet the vernal day!

2 Hark, how the feather'd warblers sing! 'Tis nature's cheerful voice ;

Soft musick hails the lovely spring,
And woods and fields rejoice.

3 How kind the influence of the skies !
The showers, with blessings fraught,
Bid verdure, beauty, fragrance rise,
And fix the roving thought.

4 Then let my wondering heart confess,
With gratitude and love,

The bounteous hand that deigns to bless
The garden, field and grove.

5 That bounteous hand my thoughts adore,
Beyond expression kind,
Hath better nobler gifts in store,
To bless the craving mind.

6 O God of nature and of grace,
Thy heavenly gifts impart!
Then shall my meditation trace
Spring blooming in my heart.
7 Inspir'd to praise, I then shall join
Glad nature's cheerful song,

And love and gratitude divine
Attune my joyful tongue.

HYMN CCLXIX.

Mrs. STEELE.

Common Metre.

Strength from God.

1 WHENCE do our mournful thoughts arise?
And where's our courage fled?
Has restless sin and hopeless fear
Struck all our comforts dead?

2 Have we forgot th' Almighty hand
That form'd the earth and sea?
Or can the all-creating arm
Grow weary, or decay?

3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.

4 Mere mortal power shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;

But they who wait upon the Lord

Shall find their strength increase.

5 The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, And taste the promis'd bliss ;

Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.

HYMN CCLXX.

WATTS.

Common Metre.

Victory over Death, through Christ.

1 WHEN death appears before my sight,

In all his dire array,

Unequal to the dreadful fight,
My courage dies away.

2 How shall I meet this potent foe,
Whose frown my soul alarms?
Dark horror sits upon his brow,
And victory waits his arms.

3 But see my glorious Leader nigh !
My Lord, my Saviour lives;
Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.

4 Jesus, be thou my sure defence,
My guard for ever near;
My faith shall triumph over sense,
And never yield to fear.

5 O may I meet the final hour
With fortitude divine !

Sustain'd by thine almighty power,
The conquest must be mine.

6 Lord, I commit my soul to thee, Accept the sacred trust; Receive this nobler part of me,

And watch my sleeping dust :
7 Till that illustrious morning come,
When all thy saints shall rise;
And cloth'd in thine immortal bloom,
Attend thee to the skies.

8 O let me join their raptur'd lays,
And, with the blissful throng,
Resound salvation, power and praise
In everlasting song.

Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN CCLXXI. Long Metre.

Christ the Life of the Soul.

1 WHEN doubts and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires, Jesus, to thee, I lift mine eyes,

To thee I breathe my strong desires. 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thine everlasting word, That word which built the earth and sky? 3 If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal hope is sure; His word a firm foundation gives, Here let me build and rest secure. 4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell; Immovable the promise stands ; Not all the powers of earth and hell Can e'er dissolve the sacred hands.

5 Here, then, my soul, thy trust repose; If Jesus is forever mine,

Not death itself, the last of foes,

Shall break a union so divine. Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN CCLXXII.

Common Metrę. b

Thirsting after God. Isa. xli. 17.

1 WHEN fainting in the sultry waste,
And parch'd with thirst extreme,
The weary pilgrim longs to taste
The cool refreshing stream;

2 Should, sudden to his hopeless eye,
A crystal spring appear,
How would th' enlivening, sweet supply
His drooping spirit cheer!

3 So longs the weary fainting mind,
Oppress'd with sins and woes,
Some soul-reviving spring to find,
Whence heavenly comfort flows.
Thus sweet the consolations are
The promises impart ;

Here flowing streams of life appear,
To ease the panting heart.

5 O when I thirst for thee, my God,
With ardent strong desire,

And still, through all this desert road,
To taste thy grace, aspire;

6 Then, let my prayer to thee ascend,
A grateful sacrifice;

My plaintive voice thou wilt attend,
And grant me full supplies.

Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN CCLXXIII. Common Metre. # or b The Discipline of God's Providence.

1 WHEN I review the crooked ways, Through which my feet have trod,