Or streaks the humblest flower that grows,-
But God has placed it there.

2 There's not of grass a simple blade,
Or leaf of lowliest mien,

Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.

3 There's not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the spreading earth;

There's not a cloud, or dark, or bright,
But mercy gave it birth.

4 Then wake, my soul, and sing his name,
And all his praise rehearse,

Who spread abroad earth's glorious frame,
And made the universe.

26.

Goodness of God. C. M.

Peterboro'. Arlington.

1/ LORD, I would own thy tender care,

And all thy love to me:

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 giv'st the power.

3 My health, and friends, and parents dear To me by God are given;

4

I have not any blessings here,
But what are 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.

27.

Goodness of God. C. M.

Stevens. p. 11, S. S. S. B.

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

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

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

3 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd;

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

28.

God is Love. 8, 8, 6's M.

Ganges. Athlone. Rapture.

1 O GOD! thy boundless love we praise;

How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below;

3

It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2 "Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;

In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smiles in every vale.

4 But in thy word we see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;

There faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,

And opens all her heaven.

5 Then let the love, that makes us blest,
With cheerful praise inspire our breast,
And ardent gratitude :

And all our thoughts and passions tend
To thee our Father and our Friend,

Our soul's eternal good.

29.

Omnipresence and Omniscience of God.

Peterboro'.

1 In all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.

C. M. Clarendon.

3 O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high !
Where can a creature hide?

Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

4 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secur'd by sovereign love.

30.

God seeth us. L. M.

Hebron. Uxbridge. Duke-street.

1 AMONG the deepest shades of night,
Can there be one who sees my way?
Yes, God is like the shining light,
That turns the darkness into day.

2 When every eye around me sleeps,

May I not sin without control?

No, for a constant watch he keeps
On every thought of every soul.

3. If I could find some cave unknown,
Where human feet have never trod,
Yet there I could not be alone;
On every side, there would be God.

4 He smiles in heaven, he rules in hell;
He fills the air, the earth, the sea:
I must within his presence dwell
I cannot from his presence flee.

31.

God our Preserver.

1 To heaven I lift my eyes, From God is all my aid;

H. M.

Bethesda.

The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
He is the tower

To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,

Nor fall in fatal snares,

Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes,

Which never sleep,

Shall Israel keep,

When dangers rise.