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4 The praise of God,-delightful theme !
Shall fill my heart and tongue:
In one eternal song.
MRS. STEELE. Distinguished Goodness of God to Man. 1 Thy wisdom, power and goodness, Lord,
In all thy works appear;
Man, thy distinguished care.
That breath thy power maintains; Thy tender mercy, ever new,
His brittle frame sustains.
When threatening ills impend,
Or timely succors lend.
Of reason's light possest; By revelation's brighter rays
Still more divinely blest.
O teach me to improve
173. L. M. WATTS.
Divine Protection. Ps. 121. 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,
The eternal hills beyond the skies;
There my Almighty Refuge lives. 2 He lives; the everlasting God,
That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.
His morning smiles bless all the day;
4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Admit no slumber nor surprise.
Nor the pale moon with sickly ray
Dart his malignant fire so far.
Still thou shalt go, and still return,
174, H. M. Watts.
God our Preserver. Ps. 121. 1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes;
From God is all my aid ;
God is the tower
In every hour.
And fall in fatal snares,
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Thou art my sun,
By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word,
To save my soul from death;
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Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
heart exalt his name : I sought th' eternal God, and he
Has not exposed my hope to shame. 3 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the Lord : O fear and love him, all his saints; Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
176. C. M. ADDISON.
God's merciful and constant Protection. 1 When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise.
Thy tender care bestowed,
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man. 4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
Revived my soul with grace. 5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy. 6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
L. M. Watts.
God's Majesty and Grace. 1 LORD, we are blind, we mortals blind;
We can't behold thy bright abode:
To glance a thought half-way to God. 2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Nor angels climb the topless throne. 3 The Lord of Glory builds his seat
Of gems incomparably bright,