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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

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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,
To know and love Thyself, and find

In Thee our endless bliss. 140

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CONDER.
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

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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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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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ADDISON.

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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.

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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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