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2 Immanuel once invited
The youngest to His love ;
Upon them from above :
And all on earth beside,
To all for whom He died.
HYMNS OF THANKSGIVING. 237 Praise for Temporal Blessings. L.M. 1 O BLESS the Lord, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food ;
And loads our days with rich supplies ! 2 He sends the sun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground ; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain
Refresh the thirsty earth again.
And all our near escapes from death ;
He heals the weak, and guards the strong. 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove
The common blessings of His love;
Is endless joy or endless pains.
The goodness of the heavenly King,
Who lives above the sun and stars,
And everlasting glory wears !
Address Him in a humble song,
And all the good His mercy sends. 30 may I walk in wisdom's ways !
She'll bless my youth and crown my days, And lead me, in a pleasant road,
To heaven, to glory, and to God. 239 Providence Reviewed. 1 ALMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord,
Kind Guardian of my days, Thy mercies let my heart record
In songs of grateful praise.
Was Thy indulgent care ;
Or breathe the infant prayer.
From Thy exhaustless store ;
Would count Thy mercies o'er.
Thy bounteous kindness trace,
The blessings of Thy grace. 240 Hosanna.
8.7.4. 1 ONCE was heard the song of children,
By the Saviour when on earth ;
Joyful in the sacred temple
Loud to David's Son broke forth.
Garments spread beneath His feet,
From the lips of children greet. 3 Blessed Saviour, now triumphant,
Glorified and throned on high,
Swell the chorus of the sky. 241 Jehovah Praised.
L.M. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in His praise ;
To make this duty our delight. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames ;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. 3 Sing to the Lord, extol Him high,
Who spreads the clouds around the sky;
Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn ;
The beasts with food His hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry. 5 But saints are lovely in His sight;
He views His children with delight:
And looks and loves His image there.
For all Thy gifts are free;
Are all bestowed by Thee.
And dangers every hour;
Unless Thou give me power. 3 My health, and friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are given ;
But what is sent from heaven. 4 Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,
A child can ne'er repay ;
To love Thee and obey !
Which on my birth have smiled,
in these later days,
Where God was never known;
And taught to pray a useless prayer
To blocks of wood and stone. 3 I was not born a little slave,
To labour in the sun,
And all my labour done.
Or in some broken shed,
And beg my daily bread. 5 O God, I thank Thee, who hast planned
A better lot for me,
Where I may hear, of Thee. 244 Jesus Worthy of Praise. 8.7 double 1 LORD of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Be Thy just and worthy praise ;
Through Thy empire's wide domain,
Blessèd be Thy gentle reign.
May we gratefully adore ;
Of Thy light and love and power !
Which Thy goodness has bestowed ;
Wash us in Thy precious blood.