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2 Immanuel once invited

The youngest to His love ;
And now He smiles delighted

Upon them from above :
All things are His in heaven,

And all on earth beside,
And shall be freely given

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 ;
Who pours His blessings from the skies,

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.
3 'Tis to His care we owe our breath,

And all our near escapes from death ;
Safety and health to God belong;

He heals the weak, and guards the strong. 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove

The common blessings of His love;
Though the wide difference that remains

Is endless joy or endless pains.
238 Youthful Praise.
1 How pleasant for a child to sing

The goodness of the heavenly King,

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Who lives above the sun and stars,

And everlasting glory wears !
2 He loves to hear a youthful tongue

Address Him in a humble song,
With praise for health, and food, and friends,

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.
2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame

Was Thy indulgent care ;
Long ere I could pronounce Thy Name,

Or breathe the infant prayer.
3 Each rolling year new favours brought

From Thy exhaustless store ;
But ah ! in vain my labouring thought

Would count Thy mercies o'er.
4 Let sweet reflection through my days

Thy bounteous kindness trace,
And dearer blessings claim my praise, -

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
Shouts of youthful praise had birth ;

And hosannas

Loud to David's Son broke forth.
2 Palms of victory strewn around Him,

Garments spread beneath His feet,
Prophet of the Lord they crowned Him,
In fair Salem's crowded street ;

While hosannas

From the lips of children greet. 3 Blessed Saviour, now triumphant,

Glorified and throned on high,
Mortal lays, from man or infant,
Vainly here Thy praises try ;

But hosannas

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 ;
His nature and His works unite

To make this duty our delight. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames ;

He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,

A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. 3 Sing to the Lord, extol Him high,

Who spreads the clouds around the sky;
There He prepares the fruitful rain,

Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,

And clothes the smiling fields with corn ;

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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:
He sees their hope, He knows their fear;

And looks and loves His image there.
242 God's Good Gifts.
1 LORD, I would own Thy tender care,

For all Thy gifts are free;
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,

Are all bestowed by Thee.
2 'Tis Thou preservest me from death

And dangers every hour;
I cannot draw another breath

Unless Thou give me power. 3 My health, and friends, and parents dear,

To me by God are given ;
I have not any blessing here

But what is sent from heaven. 4 Such goodness, Lord, and constant care,

A child can ne'er repay ;
But may it be my daily prayer

To love Thee and obey !
243 Providential Favour.
1 I THANK the goodness and the grace

Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me,

in these later days,
A favoured English child.
2 I was not born, as thousands are,

Where God was never known;

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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 wish I were but in my grave,

And all my labour done.
4 I was not born without a home,

Or in some broken shed,
Like some poor children taught to roam

And beg my daily bread. 5 O God, I thank Thee, who hast planned

A better lot for me,
And placed me in this happy land,

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,
Sounded through Thy wide dominion,

Be Thy just and worthy praise ;
For Thy providence that governs

Through Thy empire's wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,

Blessèd be Thy gentle reign.
2 Lord of angels, Friend of sinners,

May we gratefully adore ;
O may we become obtainers

Of Thy light and love and power !
Help us to improve each favour

Which Thy goodness has bestowed ;
Be our Prophet, Prince, and Saviour,

Wash us in Thy precious blood.

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