THOU boundless source of every good,
Our best desires fulfil;
And help us to adore Thy grace,
And do Thy sovereign will.
In all Thy mercies may our souls
Thy bounteous goodness see;
Nor let the gifts Thy hand imparts
Estrange our souls from Thee.
In every changing scene of life,
Whate'er that scene my be,
Give us a meek and humble mind,
A mind at peace with Thee!
Do Thou direct our steps aright,
Help us Thy name to fear;
And give us grace to watch and pray,
And strength to persevere !
LET my life be hid with Thee,
Gracious Saviour! Lord of might! Saved from sin, from dangers free, Lighten'd by Thy perfect light
my life be hid with Thee,
When my raging foes abound,
Covered by Thy panoply,
Safe within Thy holy ground.
Let my life be hid with Thee,
When my soul is vex'd below;
Let me still Thy mercy see,
When bow'd down by grief and woe.
Let my life be hid with Thee,
When in death I sink and fail;
Lest my raging enemy
In that dying hour prevail.
Let my life be hid with Thee,
Bound within Thy life above;
Living through eternity,
In the realms of peace and love.
PRAISE to God, immortal praise
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ:
All to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.
All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Lord, for these our souls should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,
Pure religion's holier beams:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
LORD of mercy and of might,
Of mankind the life and light,
Maker, Teacher infinite,
Jesus, hear and save!
Mighty Monarch! Saviour mild!
Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled,
Jesus, hear and save
Throned above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of lords, and King of kings,
Jesus, hear and save!
Who shall yet return from high,
Robed in might and majesty,
Hear us, help us when we cry,
Jesus, hear and save!
HOLIEST, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing-
Thou canst save and Thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He Who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be,
Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb;
When the judgment trump shall wake us,
May we rise in deathless bloom.
THE life which God's Incarnate Word
Lived here below with men,
Three blest Evangelists record
With heaven-inspired pen:
John soars on high, beyond the three,
To God the Father's throne;
And shows in what deep mystery
The Word with God is One.
Upon the Saviour's loving breast
Invited to recline,
'Twas thence he drew, in moments blest, Rich stores of truth divine.
There too with that angelic love
Did he his bosom fill,
Which, once enkindled from above,
Breathes in his pages still.
O THOU, Who didst with love untold
Thy doubting servant chide,
And bade the eye of sense behold
Thy wounded hands and side;
Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe
To own Thee God and Lord,
And from his hour of darkness draw
A fuller faith's reward!
And while that wondrous record now
Of unbelief we hear,
O let us only lowlier bow
In self-distrusting fear;
And grant that we may never dare
Thy Spirit so to grieve;
But at last their blessing share
Who see not, yet believe.
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