Oh! that it were as it hath been! And marked the footsteps of Thy grace! Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, Thee, in the watches of the night, Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me: For whom have I in Heaven above, Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give ; My soul shall still in God rejoice ; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live. CLXXI. PSALM CXLV. My God, my King, Thy various praise The wings of every hour shall bear But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds? Vast and immortal be Thy praise! Isaac Watts. 1719. CLXXII. PSALM CXXXIX. Lord, Thou hast form'd mine every part, Thine ear doth hear, Thine eye can see. Oh may that Spirit, ever blest, I taste Thy Presence, Lord Divine ! Robert Allan Scott. 1839. CLXXIII. When all Thy mercies, O my God, O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart! But Thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my life sustain'd, To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. Unnumbered comforts to my soul From whence these comforts flowed. When in the slippery paths of youth Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, Through hidden dangers, toils, and death, And through the pleasing snares of vice, When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Through every period of my life The glorious theme renew. When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, Through all eternity to Thee But O! eternity's too short Joseph Addison. 1728. II. “THY KINGDOM COME." CLXXIV. Lord! come away! Why dost Thou stay? Thy road is ready; and Thy paths made straight The consecration of Thy beauteous feet! Hosanna! Welcome, to our hearts! Lord, here Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein : Profane that holy place Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face! And then, if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of Thy Deity, The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud, and call Hosanna! and Thy glorious footsteps greet! Amen! Bishop Jeremy Taylor. 1655. CLXXV. Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes |