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3 The merry birds prolong the strain,

Their song with every spring renewed;
And balmy air, and falling rain,

Each softly whisper, ‘God is good.' 4 I hear it in the rushing breeze;

The hills that have for ages stood,
The echoing sky and roaring seas,

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



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,
To know and love Thyself, and find

In Thee our endless bliss. 140


GIVE thanks to Him who made

Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good,
Nightly sleep and daily food,
Quickener of our wearied powers,
Guard of our unconscious hours.
2 O give thanks to Nature's King,
Who made every breathing thing :
His, our warm and sentient frame,
His, the mind's immortal flame.
O how close the ties that bind
Spirits to the Eternal Mind !


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3 O give thanks with heart and lip,

For we are His workmanship;
And all creatures are His care:
Not a bird that cleaves the air
Falls unnoticed; but who can

Speak the Father's love to man? 4 O give thanks to Him who came

In a mortal, suffering frame, -
Temple of the Deity! -
Came, for rebel man to die;
In the path Himself hath trod,

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;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.
3 Though their voices lower be,

Streams have, too, their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,

Never pause, but still sing on.
4 All the flowers that gild the spring,

Hither their still music bring;
If Heaven bless them, thankful they

Smell more sweet, and look more gay. 5 Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,

All things gives, and nothing owes.
6 Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart!

Wake, and gladly sing thy part !
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

7 Call whole nature to thy aid,
Since 'twas He whole nature made;
Join in one eternal song,
Who to one God all belong.
8 Live for ever, glorious Lord !

Live, by all Thy works adored !
One in Three, and Three in one,
Lord, we bow to Thee alone!

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78. D.

C. WESLEY. [APPY man, whom God doth aid !

God our souls and bodies made;
God on us, in gracious showers,
Blessings every moment pours;
Compasses with angel-bands,
Bids them bear us in their hands;
Parents, friends, 'twas God bestowed;

Life, and all, descend from God. 2 He this flowery carpet spread,

Made the earthon which we tread;
God refreshes in the air;
Covers with the clothes we wear;
Feeds us with the food we eat;
Cheers us by His light and beat;
Makes His sun on us to shine;

All our blessings are divine !
3 Give Him then, and ever give,

Thanks for all that we receive !
Man we for his kindness love;
How much more our God above!
Worthy Thou, our heavenly Lord,
To be honoured and adored:
God of all-creating grace,
Take the everlasting praise !

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My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

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.
3 To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd

To form themselves in prayer.
4 Unnumbered comforts on my soul

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,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man. 6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be feared than they.
7 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renewed my face: And when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.
8 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ:
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy. 9 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.
10 When nature fails, and day and night

Divide Thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy shall adore.
11 Through all eternity, to Thee,

A joyful song I'll raise ;
But, oh! eternity's too short,

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 ?
Since for us, in all I see

How Thou keepest watch and ward;
How the truest, tenderest love

Ever fills Thy heart, my God,
Helping, cheering on their road,
All who in Thy service move.
CHORUS:-All things else have but their day,

God's love only lasts for aye. 2 As the eagle o'er her nest

Spreads her sheltering wings abroad,
So from all that would molest,

Doth Thine arm defend me, Lord;
From my youth up, e'en till now,

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,
And our safety He hath won

By the shedding of his blood.
O Thou fathomless abyss !.
My weak powers but strive in vain,

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,
How on earth we may abide,

So that heaven at last we reach;
Every longing heart doth fill
With the pure true light of faith,

That can break the bonds of death,
And control the powers of ill.
5 All the hosts of heaven and earth,

Hath He placed at my command,

Áll, &c.

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