3 I find a full supply for all
My wants, O God, in thee;
Thine ear attends my every call,
Thy goodness succours me.
4 In evening shadows, when I sleep,
Or morning, when I rise,
Thou dost my moments safely keep,
And bring me rich supplies.
5 Thy tender mercies, Lord, I trace
In all my paths around;
And ev'ry day, in ev'ry place,
Thy fulness doth abound.
6 Friendship and safety, rest and health, From thy compassions flow;
And stores of intellectual wealth
Thou freely dost bestow.
7 Receive my humble thankfulness,
As all I can return;
And let not thy abundant grace
The willing off'ring spurn.
LXI. HYMN--C. M.
1 DAUGHTERS of pity tune the lay,
To mourners joy belongs;
While he that wipes all tears away
Accepts our thankful songs.
2 No altars smoke, no off'rings bleed,
No guiltless lives expire;
To help a brother in his need
Is all our rites require.
3 Our off'ring is a willing mind
To comfort the distrest;
In other's good our own to find,
In others' blessings blest.
4 Go to the pillow of disease,
Where night gives no repose; And on the cheek where sickness preys, Bid health to plant a rose.
5 Go where the friendless stranger lies, To perish is his doom;
Snatch from the grave his closing eyes, And bring his blessing home.
6 Thus what our heav'nly Father gave,
Shall we as freely give;
Thus copy him that liv'd to save,
And died that we might live.
LXII. HYMN.—s. M.
1 OUT of the depths of woe,
To thee, O Lord, I cry;
Darkness surrounds me, but I know
That thou art ever nigh.
2 Then hearken to my voice,
Give ear to my complaint;
Thou bid'st the mourning soul rejoice, Thou comfortest the faint.
3 I cast my hope on thee,
Thou canst-thou wilt forgive;
Were thou to mark iniquity,
Who in thy sight could live?
4 Humbly on thee I wait,
Confessing all my sin;
Lord, I am knocking at thy gate,
Open, and take me in.
5 Like them, whose longing eyes
Watch, till the morning star
Appears in view (tho' tempests rise,)
Heaven's portals to unbar:-
6 Like them I watch and pray,
And though it tarry long,
Catch the first gleam of welcome day,
Then burst into a song.
7 Glory to God above;
The waters soon will cease,
For, lo! the swift returning dove,
Brings home the sign of peace.
8 Though storms his face obscure,
And dangers threaten loud,
Jehovah's covenant is sure,
His bow is in the cloud.
1 WHERE Babylon's broad rivers roll,
In exile we sat down to weep,
For thoughts of Zion o'er our soul
Came like departed joys in sleep,
Whose forms to sad remembrance rise,
Though fled for ever from our eyes.
2 Our harps upon the willows hung,
Where, worn with toil, our limbs reclin'd; The cords, untun'd and trembling, rung With mournful music, on the wind; While foes, insulting o'er our wrongs, Cried-" Sing us one of Zion's songs.
3 How can we sing the song we love Far from our own delightful land? -If I prefer thee not above
My chiefest joy, may this right hand,
Jerusalem!-forget its skill,
My tongue be dumb, my pulse be still.
LXIV. HYMN.-P. M.
1 LOVE divine, celestial nature,
Source of all sublime delights:
Love in Christ the Mediator,
God and man in love unites:
What are titles, pomp and riches,
When compar'd to Jesus' grace?
Tincel glare no more bewitches,
When our God unveils his face.
2 Sinful pleasures breed vexation:
But to taste of Jesus' love,
Affords a blest anticipation
Of the heav'nly state above:
God supreme, accept our praises,
Who doth ransom us from sin;
Who the dead in Jesus raises;
Man to thee by love thou'lt win.
3 Come ye angels, hovering o'er us,
Flutt'ring round with brilliant wings;
Blest with love, unite our chorus,
Strike it on your heav'nly strings:
Love of Father, Word and Spirit,
These in Christ united be;
Man shall all with him inherit,
Love and heav'nly purity.
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