Изображения страниц
PDF
EPUB

392. Praise to God through all the Changes of Life.

1
PRAISE to God-immortal praise
For the love that crowns our days !
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

2
For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the generous olive's use :

Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :

4
All that spring with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores ;

5
These to thee, great God, we owe
Source whence all our blessings flow !
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6
Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear ;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit :

7
Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store ;
Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall:

8
Should thine alter'd hand restrain
The early and the latter rain;
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy :

9
Yet to thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise ;
And when every blessing's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

393. The Constant Presence and Providence of God a Source of Gratitude and Trust.

1
FATHER divine! before thy view

All worlds, all creatures lie;
No distance can elude thy search,

No action 'scape thine eye ;
Hear, gracious Lord! our mingled praises hear;
Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

2
From thee our vital breath we drew;

Our childhood was thy care;
And vigorous youth, and feeble age,

Thy kind protection share :
Hear, gracious Lord ! our mingled praises hear;
Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear,

3
Whate'er we do, where'er we turn,

Thy ceaseless bounty flows;
Oppress’d with woe, when nature faints,

Thine arm is our repose :
Hear, gracious Lord ! our mingled praises hear;
Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

4 To thee we look, thou Power supreme !

Ob still our wants supply !

Safe in thy presence may we live,

And in thy favour die :
Hear, gracious Lord! our mingled praises hear;
Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear.

394.
Assurance of the Divine Presence.

1
Art thou still with us, gracious Lord !

To dissipate our fear?
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,
Our God for ever near ?

2 Doth thy right hand, which form'd the earth,

And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise ?

3
On this support my soul shall lean,

And banish every care ;
The gloomy vale of death must smile,
If God be with me there.

395.
God our Shepherd.

1
The Lord my Shepherd is ;

I shall be well supplied ;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ?

2
He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows ;
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3
Though from his fold I stray,
He doth my steps restore ;

And guides me in his own right way,
That I may sin no more.

4 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;
Tho' I should walk thro’ death's dark shade,
My Shepherd's with me there.

396.
Confidence in God's Care and Guidance.

1
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care :
His
presence

shall

my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or o'er the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile ;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd;
And streams shall murmur all around.

4
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still ?
Thy friendly hand shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

397.
Confidence in the Perfections of God.

1
PRAISE, everlasting praise, be paid
To him that earth's foundation laid !
Praise to our God, whose sovereign will
All nature's laws and powers

fulfil !

2
Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules his people by his word,
Where faith contemplates his decrees,
And every gracious promise sees.

3
Whence then should doubts and fears arise ?
Why tearful sorrows cloud our eyes ?
Slowly, alas ! our mind receives
T'he comforts that our Maker gives.

4
Oh for a strong and lasting faith,
To credit what the Almighty saith ;
To embrace the message of his Son,
And make the joys of heaven our own!

5
Then, should the earth's vast pillars shake,
And all the wheels of nature break,
Our steadfast souls would fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar.

6
Our everlasting hopes arise
Above the perishable skies ;
The word of promise standeth sure,
And will eternally endure.

398.
It is I, be not afraid.!—Matt. xiv. 27.

1
WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hush'd with a word, the raging storm ;

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »