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371.
Humble Praise.

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My God! whene'er my longing heart
The grateful tribute would impart,
In vain my tongue, with feeble aim,
Attempts the glories of thy name.

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In vain my boldest thoughts arise ;
I sink to earth and lose the skies :
Yet I may still thy grace implore,
And, low in dust, thy name adore.

3
With humble fear let love unite,
And mix devotion with delight;
Then shall thy name be all my joy,
Thy praise my constant, blest employ.

4
Oh let thy grace guide every song,
And fill my heart and tune my tongue !
Then shall the strain harmonious flow,
And heaven's sweet work begin below.

372. Desiring to praise God,

1 ALMIGATY Author of my frame! To thee my vital powers belong : Thy praise-delightful, glorious theme ! Demands my heart, my life, my tongue. My heart, my life, my tongue, are thine ; Oh be thy praise my blest employ! Yea, may my song with angels' join; Nor sacred awe forbid the joy.

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Thy glories the seraphic lyre,
On all its strings, attempts in vain:
Then, how shall mortals dare aspire
In thought, to try the unequal strain?

4
Yet the great Sovereign of the skies
To mortals bends a gracious ear;
Nor the mean tribute will despise,
When offer'd by a heart sincere.

5
Great God! accept the humble praise,
And guide my heart, and guide my tongue,
While to thy name I trembling raise
The grateful, though unworthy song.

373.
Obligations to ratitude and Praise.

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My Maker and my King !

To thee my all I owe :
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
Whence all my blessings flow.

2
Thou ever good and kind!

A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.

3
The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live :
My God! thy benefits demand
More praise than tongue can give.

4
Oh let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine ;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.

374.
Praise to God in Life and Death.

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My soul shall praise thee, O my God,

Through all my mortal days;

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And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
In each bright hour of peace and hope,

Be this my sweet employ;
Devotion heightens all my bliss,
And sanctifies my joy.

3 When gloomy care, or keen distress,

Invades my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And soothe my pains to rest.

4
Nor shall my lips alone proclaim

The honours of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

5
When death is past, in endless strains

My grateful praise I'll pay ;
The theme demands a nobler song,
And an eternal day.

375. The unceasing Goodness of our Heavenly Father.

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JEHOVAH God! thy gracious power

On every side we see ;
Oh may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee !

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If on the wings of morn we speed

To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our footsteps lead,
Thy love our path surround.

3
Thy power is in the ocean deeps,

And reaches to the skies ; Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,

Thy goodness never dies.

4
From morn to noon, till latest eve,

The hand of God we see ;
And all the blessings we receive,
Unceasing come from thee.

5
In all the varying scenes of time,

On thee our hopes depend;
Through every age, in every clime,
Our Father, and our Friend !

376.
Divine Support to Human Weakness.

1
Let others boast how strong they be,

Nor death nor danger fear ; But we confess, O Lord, to thee,

What feeble things we are.

2

Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,

And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3
Our life contains a thousand springs,

And dies if one be gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.

4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,

Who rais'd us from the dust : Hosanna to his mighty name! In him is all our trust.

5 While we have breath, or use our tongues,

Our Maker we'll adore ;
His spirit moves our heaving lungs,

Or they would breathe no more.

377. Fleeting Life the Object of Divine Goodness.

TIME—what an empty vapour 'tis !

Our days—how swift they are !
Swift as a rapid arrow flies,
Or as a shooting star.

2
Our life is ever on the wing,

And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.

3
Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days

Thy lasting favours share ;
Yet, with the bounties of thy grace,
Thou load'st the rolling year.

4
Thy goodness runs an endless round :

All glory to the Lord !
Thy mercy never knows a bound,
And be thy name ador’d.

5
Thus we begin the eternal song ;

And when in dust we lie,
Let age to age thy praise prolong,
Till time and nature die.

378. The innumerable Mercies of God acknowledged.

1
In glad amazement, Lord, I stand,
Amidst the bounties of thy hand :
How numberless those bounties are !
How rich, how various, and how fair !

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But oh what poor returns I make!
What feeble thanks I pay thee back!

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