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495. C. M.
WATTS. The Blessing of Rain. Ps. 65. 1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal power!
And tempests cease to roar.
Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring. 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heaven, earth, and air, are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.
4 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy goodness crowns the year.
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Who makes the earth his care;
And bids the grass appear. 2 The clouds, like rivers, raised on high,
Pour out, at thy command,
To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The softened ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
And the poor laborers sing. 4 The little hills, on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers; The meadows, dressed in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers. 5 The various months thy goodness crowns;
How bounteous are thy ways! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout thy praise.
497. L. M. Rippon's Col.
Divine Influences compared to Rain.
Watering the pastures o'er and o'er,
Which sanctifies and saves our race. 2 As in soft silence vernal showers
Descend and cheer the fainting flowers ! So in the secrecy of love
Falls the sweet influence from above. 3 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
To me, but poured on all mankind;
498. C. M. ADDISON.
The Trareller's Hymn. | How are thy servants blest, O Lord !
How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care, They pass unhurt through burning climes,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil,
Makes every region please; The hoary frozen hills it warms,
And smooths the boisterous seas.
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
5 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
At thy command is still.
Thy goodness I'll adore;
499. L. M. C. WESLEY.
The Mariner's Hymn.
Bids the tempestuous wind arise;
Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies ! 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey,
And seas thine awful will perform;
And shout to meet the gathering storm. 3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry;
Or shake the soul when God is nigh. 4 Roar on, ye waves ! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb our rest;
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C. WESLEY. The Mariner's Hymn of Praise. 1 LORD of the wide-extended main !
Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain,
Whose Spirit leads believing souls; 2 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine;
We own thy way is in the sea,
3 Thy wisdom here we learn to adore,
Thine everlasting truth we prove,
4 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned
These heavens, and meted out the skies !
The measured waters sink and rise. 5 Thee to perfection who can tell ?
Earth and her sons beneath thee lie,
And less than nothing in thine eye. 6 Yet in thy Son divinely great,
We claim thy providential care;
Our Advocate hath placed us there. 7 With him we are gone up on high,
Since he is ours, and we are his;
501. L. M. 61. ANONYMOUS.
The Mariner's Hymn.
Old Ocean's wildest waves obey;