43. P. M.

1

FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd:
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2

Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye exprest;
Sympathy, at whose control,

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast.

3

Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store.

Teach us, O thou heavenly King!
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee and, all mankind.

44. C. M.

1

O FOR a plenitude of grace,
Descending from above,
To animate the human race

With peace, and joy, and love!

2

Grant, heavenly King! what we desire,

And send the happy day

When all shall after thee enquire,
And cheerfully obey.

3

Then will the nations serve the Lord

With purity and zeal;

With reverence receive his word,

With pleasure do his will.

45. C. M.

1

LORD! thou art good: all nature shows
Its mighty Maker kind:

Thy bounty through creation flows,
Full, free, and unconfin'd.

2

Whate'er our eyes behold, proclaims
Thy infinite good will;

It shines in stars, it flows in streams,
And bursts from every hill:

3

It spreads through all the spacious main,
And through the heavens more wide;
It drops in gentle showers of rain,
And rolls in every tide.

4

Long has it been diffus'd abroad,

Through years and ages past;

And its rich stores, all bounteous God, For ever still shall last.

5

Through the vast whole it pours supplies,
Spreads joy through every part;
Lord! let such love attract our eyes,
And captivate our heart.

6

High admiration let it raise,.

And kind affection move;

Employ our tongues in songs of praise, And fill our souls with love.

46. C. M.

1

O SWEETER than the fragrant flower,
At evening's dewy close,
The will, united with the power,
To succour human woes!

2

And softer than the softest strain

Of music to the ear,

That placid joy we give and gain
By gratitude sincere.

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47. P. M.

1

BEGIN, my soul! the exalted lay;
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's name;
Let heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the glorious theme.

2

Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;
Ye thunders speak his power:
Lo! on the forked lightning's wing
In triumph rides the eternal King;
The astonish'd worlds adore.

3

Ye deeps, whose roaring billows rise
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4

Wake, all ye feathered throngs, and sing; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise