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Thy various mercies from above
Matur'd the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy promise still is sure;
Seed-time and harvest, night and day,
And cold and heat endure.
Praise for national mercies.
HOW rich thy gifts, almighty King!
From thee our various comforts spring,
Our peaceful homes, our genial skies,
The blessings liberty bestows,
The eternal joys the gospel shows-
All from thy boundless goodness rise.
With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs,
His power and mercy we proclaim;
Britons through every age shall own,
Jehovah here has fix'd his throne,
And triumph in his mighty name.
Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or men behold the circling sun,
O still may God in Britain reign;
Crown her just counsels with success,
With peace and joy her borders bless,
And all her sacred rights maintain !
Praise to Abraham's God and ours.
THE God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
Jehovah, great I AM
By earth and heaven confess'd!
I bow and bless the sacred name,
For ever bless'd.
The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys,
At his right hand:
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.
The God of Abraham praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me, through my pilgrimage,
In all his ways:
Till I behold his face;
In heaven his power adore;
And sing the wonders of his grace
The holiness of God.
HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;
Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry,
Thrice holy let us sing.
Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;
But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.
The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay thou, my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a contrite heart,
To his sublime abode.
Thou holy God! preserve our souls
From all pollution free;
The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.
Praise to God the Son.
1 YE servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name;
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save:
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 Then let us adore, and give him his right,
All glory and power, and wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.
The condescension of God.
1 THUS speaks the High and lofty One,
Ye tribes of earth give ear,
The words of your almighty King,
With sacred reverence hear:
"Amidst the Majesty of heaven,
My throne is fix'd on high;
"And through eternity I hear
"The praises of the sky.
"Yet, looking down, I visit oft
"The humble, hallow'd cell,
"And with the penitent who mourn,
""Tis my delight to dwell.
"The downcast spirit to revive,
"The sad in soul to cheer,
"And from the bed of dust, the man
"Of contrite heart to rear.
"With me dwells no relentless wrath
Against the human race;
"The souls which I have form'd shall find "A refuge in my grace."
GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
"Clouds and darkness are round about him.”
1 LORD, we adore thy vast designs,
The obscure abyss of providence,
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble sense.
2 Now thou array'st thine awful face
In angry frowns, without a smile;
We through the cloud believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.
3 Through seas and storms of deep distress,
We sail by faith, and not by sight:
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Through all the dangers of the night.