1 My God! thy boundless love I praise
How bright on high its glories blaze'
How sweetly bloom below!

It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys for ever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2 "Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;
In every vernal beam it glows,

And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on every vale.

4 But in thy word I see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;

There, faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,

And opens all her heaven.

5 Then let the love that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude:

And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.

Praise to God through the whole of Existence.
Ps. cxlvi. 2.

1 GOD of my life! through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But O! when that blest morn is come,
Which breaks the slumbers of the tomb,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains;
And emulate with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.
6' Praise shall employ my nobler powers,
While immortality endures :'

A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands, and crowns eternity.

69. C. M.

Adoration and Prayer to the Supreme. 1 WHILE raptured saints adoring stand, And burning seraphs sing,

Trembling, I wait thy just command,
My Father, God, and King!

2 Thou source of everlasting good,
Whose bounty flows to all!

Whose power restrains the swelling flood ;-
O hear! to thee I call.

3 Thy presence fills unbounded space,
Directs the reasoning mind:

Through nature's various parts we trace
Her God: her God we find.

4 Thy wisdom paints each springing flower,
And shades the blushing green;
Thy goodness falls in every shower,
In every shower is seen.

5 Whene'er thy wisdom thinks it fit
To shake this clay-built frame,
Teach me with patience to submit,
In faith, to bless thy name.

6 Let not the stream of partial ill
My better thoughts betray,
But truth and reason guide me still
Along the heavenly way.

Prayer for Christian Graces.

I To Thee, O God! my prayer ascends,
But not for golden stores;
Nor covet I the brightest gems
That clothe the eastern shores:

2 Nor that deluding empty joy
Men call a mighty name;

Nor greatness, with its pride and state,
My restless thoughts inflame;

3 Nor pleasure's fascinating charms, My fond desires allure;

But nobler things than these, from thee,
My wishes would secure.

4 The faith and hope of things unseen
My best affections move;

Thy light, thy favour, and thy smiles,
Thine everlasting love:

5 These are the blessings I desire;
Lord, be these blessings mine-
And all the glories of the world
I cheerfully resign.

Heavenly Wisdom implored.

1 To THEE, supreme, eternal mind,
All-wise, all-perfect, ever-kind,
My thoughts direct their flight;
Wisdom 's thy gift, and all her force
From thee derived, unchanging Source
Of intellectual light.

2 To me her better gifts impart,
Each moral beauty of the heart,
By studious thought refined;
For wealth, the smiles of glad content,
For power, its amplest, best extent,
An empire o'er the mind.

3 O send her sure, her steady ray
To regulate my doubtful way
Through life's perplexing road;

The mists of error to control,
And through its gloom, direct my soul
To happiness and good.

4 Beneath her clear discerning eye,
The visionary shadows fly
Of folly's painted show;

She sees, through every fair disguise,
That all but virtue's solid joys,
Is vanity and wo.

Aspiration after the Christian Temper.

1 SUPREME and Universal Lord!
Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds,
Parent, Protector, King.

2 Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;

Nor let me in forbidden paths
With thoughtless sinners glide.
3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye
Sees for thy creature fit,

I'll bless the good, and to the ill
Contentedly submit.

4 With generous pleasure let me view
The prosperous and the great;
Malignant hatred let me fly,

And odious self-conceit.

5 Let not despair, nor fell revenge,
Be to my bosom known :
O give me tears for others' woes,
And patience for mine own.

6 Feed me with necessary food;
I ask not wealth nor fame :
Give me an eye to see thy works,
A heart to bless thy name.