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121. L. M. SEWALL's Col.

Loving-kindness of God.
1 FATHER, to thy kind love we owe

All that is fair and good below;
Bestower of the health that lies
On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes !

2. Giver of sunshine and of rain !

Ripener of fruits on hill and plain!
Fountain of light, that, rayed afar,
Fills the vast urns of sun and star!

3 Who send'st thy storms and frosts to bind

The plagues that rise to waste mankind; Then breathest, o'er the naked scene, Spring gales, and life, and tender green.

4 Yet deem we not that thus alone

Thy mercy and thy love are shown;
For we have learned, with higher praise,
And holier names, to speak thy ways.

5 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay!

Sole trust when life shall pass away!
Teacher of hopes that light the gloom

Of death, and consecrate the tomb !
6 Patient, with headstrong guilt to bear;

Slow to avenge, and kind 10 spare;
Listening to prayer, and reconciled
Full quickly to thy erring child !


5 O may these thoughts possess my breast,

Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

110. C. M.

God is everywhere. Ps. 139.
1 In all my vast concerns with thee,

In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee

The notice of thine eye.
2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest;
My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,

Before they're formed within ;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,

He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a creature hide ?
Within thy circling arms I lie,

Beset on every side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still,

And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,

Secured by sovereign love.

111. C. M. Watts.

Wisdom of God in his Works. Ps. 111. • 1 Songs of immortal praise belong

To my almighty God;
He has my heart, and he my tongue.

To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand hath wrought;

How glorious in our sight!
Good men in every age have sought

His wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame!

How wise the Eternal Mind!
His counsels never change the scheme

That his first thoughts designed.
4 Nature and time, and earth and skies,

Thy heavenly skill proclaim; What shall we do to make us wise,

But learn to read thy name?
5 To fear thy power, to trust thay grace,

Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race

That best obeys thy will.


L. M. Watts. Goodness of God to Soul and Body. Ps. 103. 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God,

Call home thy thonghts that rove abroad;
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.


The Earth full of the Goodness of God. 1 God, in the high and holy place,

Looks down upon the spheres; Yet in his providence and grace

To every eye appears. 2 He bows the heavens; the mountains stand,

A highway for our God :
He walks amidst the desert-land;

'Tis Eden where he trod.

3 The forests in his strength rejoice;

Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God's voice

Is heard among the trees.
4 In every stream his bounty flows,

Diffusing joy and wealth ;
In every breeze his Spirit blows,

The breath of life and health.

5 His blessings fall in plenteous showers

Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruits and flowers,

And rings with infant inirth.

6 If God hath made this world so fair,

Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare

Will Paradise be found !


123. L. M. 61. Watts.

Goodness and Truth of God. Ps. 146.
1 l'll praise my Maker with my breath;

And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,

Or immortality endures.
2 Why should I make a man my trust?

Princes must die and turn to dust:
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour;

Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely

On Israel's God: he made the sky,
And earth and seas with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure :
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;

The Lord supports the sinking mind :
He sends the laboring conscience peace :
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 5 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,

And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

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