HOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
They know Thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to Thy will;
The sea, that roars at Thy command,
At Thy command is still.
5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we'll adore;
We'll praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
6 Our life, while Thou preserv'st that life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to Thee.
YOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head!
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace:
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain :
God is His own Interpreter,
And He will make it plain!
Tin trouble, and in joy,
HROUGH all the changing scenes of
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distressed,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O magnify the Lord with me!
With me exalt His Name!
When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.
4 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who in His succour trust.
5 O make but trial of His love!
Experience will decide,-
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth coufide.
6 Fear Him, ye saints! and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make ye His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.
ALMIGHTY Father of mankind,
On Thee my hopes remain :
And when the day of trouble comes,
I shall not trust in vain.
2 In early years Thou wast my Guide,
And of my youth the Friend;
And as my days began with Thee,
With Thee my days shall end.
3 I know the Power in whom I trust,
The Arm on which I lean;
He will my Saviour ever be,
Who has my Saviour been.
4 My God, who causedst me to hope,
When life began to beat;
And, when a stranger in the world,
Didst guide my wandering feet;-
5 Thou wilt not cast me off, when age
And evil days descend;
Thou wilt not leave me in despair,
To mourn my latter end.
6 Therefore, in life I'll trust to Thee,
In death I will adore;
And after death will sing Thy praise,
When time shall be no more.
seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every opening flower;
Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of Thy indulgence, love, and power.
2 The birds that rise on quivering wing,
Appear to hymn their Maker's praise;
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To Thee a general chorus raise.
3 And shall my voice, great God, alone
Be mute, 'midst Nature's loud acclaim?
No! let my heart, with answering tone,
Breathe forth in praise Thy holy name.
4 And Nature's debt is small to mine:
Thou bad'st her being bounded be;
But, matchless proof of love divine,
Thou gav'st immortal life to me.
5 The Saviour left His heavenly throne,
A ransom for my soul to give;
Man's suffering state He made His own,
And stooped to die, that I might live.
6 Due thanks and praise for love so great,
No mortal tongue can e'er express;
Then let me, bowed before Thy feet,
In silence love Thee, Lord, and bless.
ETERNAL Source of every joys
Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 The flowery spring, at Thy command, Embalms the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores And winters, softened by Thy care, No more a face of horror wear.
4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid
With opening light and evening shade! 5 Oh! may our more harmonious tongues In worlds unknown pursue the songs; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more!
FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!
How rich Thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth,
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above,
Matured the swelling grain;
A yellow harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain."
5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow!
6 Fountain of love! our praise is Thine;
To Thee our songs we'll raise,
And all created Nature join
In sweet harmonious praise!
GREAT God, as seasons disappear,
And changes mark the rolling year,
Thy favour still has crowned our days,
And we would celebrate Thy praise.
2 The harvest-song would we repeat:
Thou givest us the finest wheat.
The joys of harvest we have known:
The praise, O Lord, is all Thine own.
3 Our tables spread, our garners stored,
O give us hearts to bless Thee, Lord!
Forbid it, Source of light and love,
That hearts and lives should barren prove.
4 Another harvest comes apace:
Ripen our spirits by Thy grace,
That we may calmly meet the blow
The sickle gives to lay us low.
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