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3 The merry birds prolong the strain,
Their song with every spring renewed;
Each softly whisper, ‘God is good.' 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze;
The hills that have for ages stood,
All swell the chorus, 'God is good.' 5 Yes, God is good, all Nature says,
By God's own hand with speech endued ; And man, in louder notes of praise, Should sing for joy, that God is good. 6 For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord,
But chiefly for our heavenly food, Thy pardoning grace, Thyquickening word; These prompt our song, that God is good. 139
C. WESLEY. ALL-CREATING God!
At whose supreme decree Our body rose, a breathing clod,
Our souls sprang forth from Thee; 2 For this Thou hast designed,
And formed us man for this,
In Thee our endless bliss. 140
Morning light and evening shade;
3 O give thanks with heart and lip,
For we are His workmanship;
Speak the Father's love to man? 4 O give thanks to Him who came
In a mortal, suffering frame, -
Leading back His saints to God. 141
AUSTIN. HART, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King, Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys. 2 Nature's chief and sweetest choir
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Streams have, too, their melody;
Never pause, but still sing on.
Hither their still music bring;
Smell more sweet, and look more gay. 5 Only we can scarce afford
This short office to our Lord;
All things gives, and nothing owes.
Wake, and gladly sing thy part !
7 Call whole nature to thy aid,
Live, by all Thy works adored !
C. WESLEY. [APPY man, whom God doth aid !
God our souls and bodies made;
Life, and all, descend from God. 2 He this flowery carpet spread,
Made the earthon which we tread;
All our blessings are divine !
Thanks for all that we receive !
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Thy Providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in prayer.
Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived
From whence those comforts flowed. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man. 6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
More to be feared than they.
With health renewed my face: And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
My daily thanks employ:
That tastes those gifts with joy. 9 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
Divide Thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
A joyful song I'll raise ;
To utter all Thy praise.
WINKWORTI. From the German of PAUL GERRARDT. SHALL I not sing praise to Thee,
Shall I not give thanks, O Lord ?
How Thou keepest watch and ward;
Ever fills Thy heart, my God,
God's love only lasts for aye. 2 As the eagle o'er her nest
Spreads her sheltering wings abroad,
Doth Thine arm defend me, Lord;
Of the being Thou didst give,
And the earthly life I live, Faithful Guardian still wert Thou. All, &c. 3 Nay, He kept not back His Son,
But hath given Him for our good,
By the shedding of his blood.
Knowledge of Thy depths to gain, Man knows not such love as this. All, &c. 4 And His Spirit, blessed Guide!
In His holy word doth teach,
So that heaven at last we reach;
That can break the bonds of death,
Hath He placed at my command,