HYMN XIII WE'LL proclaim the wond'rous story Of mercies we receive, From the day-spring's dawning glory, "Till the fading hours of eve. All the blessings heav'n is lending, To exalted rapture joining, HYMN XIV. To him, whose temple is all space, Vile though I am, yet made by thee, This day be bread and peace my lot; Thou knowest best, bestow'd, or not: And let thy will be done! HYMN XV. How are thy children blest, O Lord! Their aid, Omnipotence." In foreign realms and lands remote, Through bugging climes they pass unhurt,' Thy mercy sweetens ev'ry soil, The icy mountain's top it warms, L HYMN XVI O LET my soul devoutly think Yet then from all my dread, O Lord! In all my dangers, fears, and death, And praise thee for thy mercies past, HYMN XVII. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, Oh, how shall words with equal warmth Which glows within my thankful heart!→→ Through ev'ry period of my life And, after death, in distant worlds |