3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food:

He form'd the creatures by his word,
And then pronounced them good.

4 There's not a plant, or flower below,
But make thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne./

19.

God, the Creator.

S. M.

St. Thomas. Dover.

1 How wondrous is this frame,

As I its parts survey;

These hands, these feet, this body, came
But from a mass of clay.

2 And in this fair machine
Dwells an immortal mind,
Placed here by some great hand unseen,
For some great end design'd.

3 Before thy gracious throne,
Thou condescending Lord,

I bend the knee, and humbly own
Thy name should be adored.

4 'Twas thou who gav'st me breath,
Who bad'st me live and move:

O may I bless thy name till death,
Then worship thee above.

20.

1

Parental Character of God.

S. M.

p. 58, S. S. S. B. Shirland.

1/My Father! cheering name!

O may I call thee mine?

Give me the humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

2 This can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What real harm can reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy will denies,

I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise:
O bend my will to thine!

4 Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.

5 My Father! blissful name!

Above expression dear!
If thou accept the humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear./

Hebron. Evening Hymn. Wells.

1 GREAT God! and wilt thou condescend

To be my father and my friend?

I but a child, and thou so high,
The Lord of earth, and air, and sky!
2 Art thou my Father?-Let me be
A meek, obedient child to thee;
And try, in every deed and thought,
To serve and please thee as I ought.
3 Art thou my Father?—I'll depend
Upon the care of such a friend;
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to thee.

4 Art thou my Father?-Then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me, in thy love,
To be thy better child above.

22.

Goodness of God. L. M.

Shoel. p. 16 and 45, S. S. S. B.

ALMIGHTY God, by thy great power,
I hail again the morning hour;

How fair the green fields meet my eyes!
How sweet the birds sing in the skies!

2 How fresh appear the hills and trees!
And oh! how pure the morning breeze!
I bless thy love in all I see,

For, were not these things made for me?

3 Not me alone-for thou hast given
Thy good to all beneath the heaven;
And I rejoice that others share
The gift, the blessing, and the prayer.

4 And though a child, and weak I be,
I yet may bend myself to thee,
And join my feeble voice to raise
A simple hymn of grateful praise.

23.

Power and Goodness of God. C. M.

Litchfield. Medfield.

1 ALMIGHTY GOD! Thy gracious power On every hand I see;

O may the blessings of each hour

Lead all my thoughts to thee!

2 If, on the wings of morn, I speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there my footsteps lead,
Thy love my path surround.

3 Thy power is on the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;

Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,-
Thy goodness never dies.

4 From morn till noon, till latest eve,
The hand of God I see;

And all the blessings I receive,
Ceaseless proceed from thee.

5 In all the varying scenes of time
On thee my hopes depend;
Through every age, in every clime,
My Father and my Friend!

And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favors are divine.

2 'Tis he forgives my sins;
'Tis he relieves my pain;
'Tis he that heals my sicknesses,
And gives me strength again.

3 He crowns my life with love,
When rescued from the grave;
He, who redeems my soul from death,
From every ill can save.

4 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And mercy for the opprest.

5 His wond'rous works and ways
He made by Moses known;

But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son./

25.

Goodness of God in his Works. C. M.

Medfield. Clarendon.

1 THERE's not a tint that paints the rose,

Or decks the lilly fair