From thy paternal, bounteous hand, HYMN 81. S. M. [#] Obligation to Gratitude and Praise. 1 My Maker, and my King, 2 Thou ever good and kind, A thousand reasons move, 5 O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; HYMN 82. L. M. [#] God the intellectual Light. 1 PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might, With uncreated glories bright: 1 His presence gilds the worlds above, 3 Shine, mighty God, with vigour shine 4 Thine image, on my soul impressed, To praise the Lord, who gives me light. THOUGHTS CONCERNING GOD. 7 HYMN 83. C. M. [*]. God everywhere a Refuge. 1 How are thy servants blessed, O Lord! 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, They pass unhurt through burning climes, 3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil, 4 The storm was laid, the winds retired, Obedient to thy will; The sea, that roared at thy command, 5 In midst of dangers and of death, I'll praise thee for thy mercies past, ** HYMN 84. S. M. [#] Reliance on God a Remedy for Care. 1 How gracious is our God! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burden on the Lord, 2 Since he forever reigns, We may securely dwell; That hand which bears all nature up 3 O why should anxious thoughts Go, fall before your Father's throne, 4 Devoutly fear his name, In every scene of life and death HYMN 85. C. M. [#] God's Foreknowledge considered. 1 LET the whole race of creatures lie 2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies All the long years and worlds to come 3 If light attend the course we go, And 'tis his hand that hides the sun, 4 Trusting thy wisdom, God of love, 5 Be this alone our fervent prayer : Or joys, or sorrows, may they form HYMN 86. L. M. [#] Waiting upon God. 1 WAIT, every soul, your Maker's will; Unhallowed passions, all be still; Nor let a murmuring thought arise; 2 Thick darkness round his throne he draws, And, by his saints, it stands confessed, 4 Wait, then, each soul, submissive wait, HYMN 87. C. M. [#] Early and constant Care of God. 1 ALMIGHTY FATHER, gracious Lord 2 In life's first dawn, my tender frame Long ere I could pronounce thy name, 3 Each rolling year new favours brought But, O! in vain my labouring thought |