H 3 How kind the influence of the skies! 4 Then let my wond'ring heart confess, 5 The bounteous hand that deigns to bless That bounteous hand my thoughts adore, Hath better, nobler gifts in store, To blefs the craving mind. 6 O God of nature and of grace, 7 Infpir'd to praife, I then fhall join Mrs. STEELE Hymn CCLXIX. Common Metre. [*] Strength from God. HENCE do our mournful tho'ts arife? W And where's our courage fied? Has reftlefs fin and hopeless fear Struck all our comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty hand That form'd the earth and fea? Or can the all-creating arm Grow weary, or decay? 3 Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; 5 He gives the conqueft to the weak, Mere mortal power shall fade and die, But they who wait upon the Lord The faint fhall mount on eagles' wings, 'Till their unwearied feet arrive WATTS. Hymn CCLXX. Common Metre. [*] W Victory over Death, through Chrift. HEN death appears before my fight, Unequal to the dreadful fight, My courage dies away. 2 How fhall I meet this potent foe, 4 Jefus, be thou my fure defence, 5 O may I meet the final hour Suftain'd by thine almighty power, T 6 Lord, I commit my foul to thee, 7. ; Till that illuftrious morning come, 8 O let me join their raptur'd lays; Mrs STEELE. Hymn CCLXXI. Long Metre. [*] WH Christ the Life of the Soul. HEN doubts and fears prevailing rife, And fainting hope almost expires; Jefus, to thee, I lift mine eyes, To thee I breathe my ftrong defires. 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? Not death itself, the laft of foes, Mrs. STEELE, Hymn CCLXXII. Common Metre. [b] Thirfting after God. Ifaiah xli. 17. W HEN fainting in the fultry wafte, The weary piigrim longs to tafte How would the enliv'ning, fweet fupply 3 So longs the weary fainting mind, Here flowing streams of life appear, 50 when I thirft for thee, my God, And ftill, through all this defart road, 6 Then, let my prayer to thee afcend, My plaintive voice thou wilt attend, Mrs. STEELE. Hymn CCLXXIII. Com. Metre. [or The Difcipline of God's Providence. WHEN I review the crooked ways, Through which my feet have trod, I find inceffant cause to bless And love my guardian God. 2 Through all the labyrinth of life, My wand'ring heart to quick return, 3 I rarely plann'd, but caufe I found Which turn'd to my fuccefs. 4 When labouring under fancy'd ill, He kindly cur'd with wholefome draughts 5 Sometimes he brought me near to death, 6 To raise my thoughts beyond where worlds As fpangles o'er us fhine; One day he gave, and made the next 7 From what feem'd horror and despair, And gave me in the will divine, YOUNG. Hymn CCLXXIV. Long Metre. C W Crucifixien to the World by the Cross of Chrift. |