HYMN XVIII. THY hand, O God, my life sustain'd, To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt. When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, And led me up to man, HYMN XIX. BLEST he, whose heart with pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes; Who to the poor man bows his ear, And dries the helpless orphan's tear! When languid with disease and pain, Maker of all! be thou my guard! HYMN XX. THE Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne is built on high; bei M The garments he assumes Are light and majesty! His glory shines with beams so bright, The thunders of his hand Keep the wide world in awe; His wrath and justice stand To guard his holy law: And where his love resolves to bless, His truth confirms and seals the grace. HYMN XXI. THOU great and sacred Lord of all!' O great and glorious King! Whose image shakes the wond'ring mind Crown'd with omnipotence, and veil'd Drive from the confines of my heart Nor let me in erroneous paths I'll bless the good, and to the ill HYMN XXII In this thy sacred temple, Lord, Do thou be with us still ; 3 Our souls with thy refreshing word With fervent zeal our thoughts inspire, As incense rise to thee. Pure charity, that hopes the best, The bliss to see another blest, |