He makes the seasons duly yield;
His dews refresh the grassy field,
And give its treasures birth.

3 'Tis God, who swells the tender seeds,
And man with strengthening bread provides,
And heart-rejoicing wine:
He holds the lightning in his hand;
The host of heaven, the sea, the land,
Confess his power divine.

4 His rainbow still proclaims on high,
That mercy, to repentance nigh,
Which never shall abate;

The morning on the midnight calls,
The day exclaims, 'till evening falls,
That God is good and great :-

5 Great, when the thunder rolls along;
Great, in the streams of ocean strong,
The light, the fountains sweet:
Great God! if thus thy praises be,
Make this devoted heart for thee
A sanctuary meet.

*Translated from the German.

70. L. M.

Praise to the One Supreme. Ps. xcv.
1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's rock we praise.

2 O let us to his courts repair
And bow with adoration there;
To him address in joyful songs
The praise that to his name belongs!

3 For God the Lord, enthroned in state, Is with unrivalled glory great;

His mercy, highest heaven transcends, His truth, beyond the clouds extends. 4 Be thou, O God! exalted high; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. Tate, transposed.

71. c. M.

Jacob's Vow. Gen. xxviii. 20-22.

1 O GOD of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;

Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led:

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers! be the God
Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4 Oh! spread thy covering wings around. Till all our wanderings cease,

And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

5 To thee, as to our covenant God,
We'll our whole souls resign;
And thankful own, that all we are,
And all we have is thine.

Doddridge.

72. c. M.

Te Deum.

1 O GOD! we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

2 To thee, all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry:

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway!

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord! confesses thee.
That thou the eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.

73. c. M.

Patrick.

Imploring the Compassion of God.

1 O GOD! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook;

On those who seek thy presence now,
In deep compassion look.

2 For many a frail and erring heart
Is in thy holy sight,

And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right.

3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear, And kind to all that live,

Thou, when thou seest the contrite tear, Art ready to forgive.

4 Lord! aid us with thy heavenly grace
Our truest bliss to find;

Nor sternly judge our erring race,
So feeble and so blind.

74. L. M.

Acceptable Worship.

1 O HOW delightful is the road
That leads us to thy temple, Lord!
With joy we visit thine abode,
And seek the treasures of thy word.

2 O heavenly treasures! glorious light!
From ancient sages long concealed;
Till Christ restored the feeble sight,
And God's unchanging word revealed.

3 For thee, O Lord! our thoughts prepare The sacrifice thy love demands;

A soul repentant and sincere,

A grateful heart, and liberal hands.

J. Taylor.

75. c. M.

God the Creator.

1 O LORD, how excellent thy name!
How glorious to behold,
Engraven fair on all thy works
In characters of gold!

2 On heaven's immeasurable face,
In lines immensely great;

In small, on every leaf and flower,
Creator God is writ.

3 Though reason be not given to all,
Nor voice to thee, O sun!
Their Maker all proclaim, and here
Their language is but one.

4 From land to land, from world to world.
Thy fame is echoed round;
And ages, as they pass, transmit
The never-dying sound.

5 Angels, the eldest sons of God,
Began the lofty song ;

They saw the heavens expand abroad,
And earth on nothing hung.

6 Then man, the last and noblest work
Of all this lower frame,

With the first vital breath he drew,

Confessed from whence he came.

70 let us all give praise to God,
And magnify his name;

The wonders of his power and love
Let the whole world proclaim!

Grove.