My soul with grateful rapture fill,
To praise thee and adore.

55. L. M.

Thanks to God for Creation.

1 THOU Power, by whose command I live! The tribute of my praise receive : My being to thy love I owe,

And all the joys that from it flow.

2 Not many suns have formed the year,
And rolled their courses round the sphere,
Since thou my shapeless form surveyed,
Mid undistinguished matter laid.

3 Thy skill my native clay refined,
Its particles in order joined ;

With symmetry composed the whole, And stamped thine image on the soul; 4 A frame susceptible of joy,

Nor force nor time shall e'er destroy;
And which, though nature claim my breath,
Shall triumph o'er the sleep of death.

5 To realms of bliss that frame will soar,
When earth and skies shall be no more :
O GOD! in vain our voice essays
For this best gift to speak thy praise.
6 How shall my heart its sense reveal,
Where all the power of words must fail?
O may it through my life appear,
And each day speak my thanks sincere!

56. L. M.

Giving thanks to God in all things.

1 God of my life! my thanks to thee, Shall like thy gifts continual be:

In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor interruption knows.
2 From thee my comforts all arise,
My numerous wants thy hand supplies,
Nor can I, Lord, be ever poor,

Who live on thine exhaustless store. 3 If what I ask, thy love denies,

It is because thou 'rt good and wise; And ills, which cause my heart to mourn, Thou canst to real blessings turn. 4 O deep upon my thankful breast Let all thy favours be imprest; That I may never more forget The whole, or any single debt. 5 Dispose me each revolving day For all thy gifts my praise to pay; And let my life devoted be,

My richest offering, Lord, to thee!

57. C. M.

Gratitude to God.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redressed,
When in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

4 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts fiowed.
5 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, It gently cleared my way;

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

7 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more;

My ever-grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy shall adore.

58. C. M.

Gratitude to God.

1 O HOW shall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare,

That glows in my enraptured heart!—
But thou canst read it there.

2 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Hath made my cup run o'er ;
And, in a kind and faithful friend,
Hath doubled all my store.

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
Which tastes those gifts with joy.

4 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;

And, when in sin and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in unknown worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

6 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise-
For oh! eternity alone
Can utter all thy praise.

Gratitude for Consolation and Health.

1 How vast is the tribute I owe Of gratitude, homage, and praise, To HIM who gave all I possess, The life and the length of my days! 2 When sorrows I boded were come,

I poured out my sighs and my tears; And He who alone can relieve,

Regarded my vows and my prayers. 3 When terror and pain filled my heart, When paleness my cheek overspread, When sickness pervaded my frame My soul on my Maker was stayed. 4 When death's awful image was nigh, Nor mortal was able to save; He lighted the valley of death,

And scattered the gloom of the grave.

5 In mercy thy presence dispels
The shades of calamity's night,
And pours on the scene of despair
A morning of joy and delight.

6 Great Source of my comforts restored!
Thou healer and balm of my woes!
Thou hope and desire of my soul!
On thee shall it ever repose.

7 How boundless the gratitude due
To thee, O thou God of my praise !
The fountain of all I possess,

The life and the light of my days!

60.

L. M.

The Bounties of Providence acknowledged.

Mat. v. 45.

1 FATHER of lights! we sing thy name,
Who kindlest up the lamp of day;
Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display.

2 Fountain of good! from thee proceeds,
In copious drops, the genial rain,

Which o'er the hills and through the meads, Revives the grass, and swells the grain.

3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread; Yet millions of our guilty race,

Though by thy daily bounty fed,
Affront thy law, and spurn thy grace.

4 Not so may our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care;
But what thy liberal hand imparts,
Still own in praise, still ask in prayer.
5 So shall our suns more grateful shine,
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall,
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, O GOD! enjoyed in all.