That all who thy rich mercy fee
May hope and love as well as fear.
More welcome than the morning's face
To those who wifh and long for day,
Great God, is that abundant grace
Which thy kind promifes difplay.
4 Our truft is fix'd upon thy word,
Nor fhall we truft thy word in vain ;
Let contrite hearts address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5 How great his love, how large his grace
Who, by the gospel of his fon,
Reclaims us from our finful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done. W.
God the creator of the universe.
I THE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a fhining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
2 The unweary'd fun, from day to day, Doth its creator's power display;
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an almighty hand..
3 Soon as the evening fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly to the liftening earth
Repeats the ftory of her birth.
4 Whilft all the ftars which round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What tho' in folemn filence all
Move round this dark terreftrial ball;
What tho' no real voice nor found
Amid these radiant orbs be found;
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever finging, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
Confidence in divine protection.
I THE LORD my pasture fhall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His prefence fhall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
2 Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Thro' devious lonely wilds I ftray,
His bounty fhall my pains beguile,
And make the awful defert fmile.
3 My noon-day walks he will attend,
And all my midnight hours defend:
His friendly hand fhall give me aid,
And guide me thro' the darkest shade.
4 Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread
My stedfast heart fhall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
God the author and controler of peace and war.
1 GREAT ruler of the earth and fkies,
A word of thy almighty breath
Can fink the worlds, or make them rife;
Thy favor's life; thy frown is death.
2 While angry nations rufh to arms,
And rage, and noife, and tumult reign,
While war refounds its dire alarms,
And flaughter spreads the embattled plain;
3 Thy fovereign eye looks calmly down, And marks their course & bounds their power. Thy word the angry nations own,
And noise and war are heard no more.
4 Thou good, and wife, and righteous Lord, All move fubfervient to thy will:
Both peace and war await thy word
Thy gracious counfels they fulfil.
Vanity of life and it's pursuits: God our refuge from fin and forrow.
I ALMIGHTY maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praife.
2 Our days are shorter than a span,
A little point our life appears;
How frail at beft is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears!
Vain his ambition, noise, and show,
Vain are the cares which rack his mind
He heaps up treasures mixt with woe,
Then dies and leaves them all behind.
4 Oh, be a nobler paffion mine:
My God I bow before thy throne,
Earth's fleeting treasures I refign,
And fix my hope on thee alone.
5 Save me, thou refuge of the meek,
From all my fins: their power
No more let guilt or folly break
The peace and comfort of my foul.
6 Beneath the chaftening of thy hand
Let not my heart or tongue repine;
Submiffive, filent, I wou'd stand,
And bear the stroke because 'tis thine.
7 Yet, Lord, let mercy foon prevail
My pain and forrow to remove;
Thy stroke is juft, but I am frail,
Spare, left I die, thou God of love.
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