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PROVIDENCE.

L. M.

PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise

Your hearts and voices in His praise:
His nature and His works invite

To make this duty our delight.

2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
3 Sing to the Lord; exalt Him high,
Who spreads His clouds along the sky:
There He prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn:
The beasts with food His hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5 What is the creature's skill or force?
The sprightly man, or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for Him.
6 But saints are lovely in His sight,

He views His children with delight;
He sees their hope, He knows their fear,
And looks and loves His image there.

1 IE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

The' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,

And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.

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2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3 What, though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What, though no real voice or sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing, as they shine,
"The Hand that made us is divine."

worlds on worlds in phalanx deep

Now we to prove a God is here;

The daisy fresh from Nature's sleep

Tells of His hand in lines as clear.

2 For who but He who arched the skies, And pour'd the Day-star's living flood, Wondrous alike in all He tries,

Could rear the daisy's purple bud;

3 Mould its green cup, its wiry stem,
Its fringed border nicely spin;
And cut the gold-embossed gem,
That, set in silver, gleams within ;

4 And fling it unrestrain'd and free,

O'er hill and dale, and desert sod, That man, where'er he walks, may see At every step, the stamp of God.

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1

89 & 78.

PRAISE the Lord, whose mighty wonders

Earth, and air, and seas display;
Him who loud in tempests thunders,
Him whom countless worlds obey.
2 In the eastern skies ascending,

Praise Him, glorious orb of day;
Ocean, round the globe extending,
Praise Him, o'er thy boundless way.
3 Trees that crown the lofty mountains,
Bow in sign of worship low;
All ye secret springs and fountains,
Warble praises as ye flow.

4 Beasts, through nature's drear dominions,
Praise Him where the wilds extend;
Praise Him, birds, whose restless pinions
Upward to the skies ascend.

5 Man below, the lord of nature,
Angel choirs in realms above,
Hymning, praise the great Creator,
Praise the' eternal Fount of Love.

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8-7s.

APPY man whom God doth aid!
God our souls and bodies made;
God on us, in gracious showers,
Blessings every moment pours;
Compasses with angel-bands,
Bids them bear us in their hands;
Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd;
Life, and all, descend from God.
2 He this flowery carpet spread,
Made the earth on which we tread;
God refreshes in the air;

vers with the clothes we wear;

Feeds us with the food we eat ;
Cheers us by His light and heat;
Makes His sun on us to shine;
All our blessings are divine!
3 Give Him then, and ever give,
Thanks for all that we receive!
Man we for his kindness love;
How much more our God above!
Worthy Thou, our heavenly Lord,
To be honour'd and adored:
God of all-creating grace,
Take the everlasting praise!

WHE

C. M.

HEN all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

3 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flow'd.

4 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The pleasing theme renew.

5 Through all eternity, to Thee
A grateful song I'll raise :
But Ŏ eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise!

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21.

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7s & 6s.

Find ev'ry comfort here,

OR my life, and clothes, and food,

Thee, my most indulgent God,
I thank, with heart sincere;
For the blessings numberless,
Which Thou hast already given;
For my smallest spark of grace,
And for my hope of heaven.
2 Gracious God, my sins forgive,
And Thy good Spirit impart !
Then I shall in Thee believe,
With all my loving heart:
Always unto Jesus look,
Him in heavenly glory see,
Who my cause hath undertook,
And ever prays for me.

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87,8 7.

EAVENLY Father! Thou hast guided
All the way our feet have trod:

Every good has been provided

By our kind and gracious God.

2 We would praise Thee, deign to hear us; Warm our hearts, accept our praise; Be Thy Spirit ever near us,

Keep us in Thy holy ways.

3 Be our Guardian; shed Thy blessing
O'er us as we pass along :

So, Thy love and peace possessing,
We will raise an endless song.

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P. M.

SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark

sea!

Jehovah hath triumph'd! His people are free!