2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare,
(Whate'er their lips profess)

'God hath no wrath for them to fear,
Nor will they seek his grace.'

3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes!
But there's a hastening hour,
When they shall see, with sore surprise,
The terrors of thy power.

4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,
Though mountains melt away,
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep unfathomed sea.

5 Above these heavens' created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;

Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.

6 From thee, when creature streams run low,
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And raise our pleasures high.

7 Though all created light decay,
And death close up our eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.

Praise to God from Nature and Man.

1 WHEN Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil; When Summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil; When Winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good. 2 The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;

The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade; The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars their Maker's name in silent pomp display.

3 Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny? No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be, Thee, Maker, must we always love, and Saviour, honor thee. 4 The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade

The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree,

But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord, will cling to thee.

Give us our daily Bread.

1 O KING of earth, and air, and sea,
The hungry ravens cry to thee;
To thee, the scaly tribes that sweep
The bosom of the boundless deep;
2 To thee the lions roaring call,

The common Father, kind to all!
Then grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,
Our daily bread from day to day.
3 The fishes may for food complain;
The ravens spread their wings in vain ;
The roaring lions lack and pine;
But, God, thou carest still for thine.
4 Thy bounteous hand with food can bless
The bleak and lonely wilderness;
And taught by thy dear Son, we pray
For daily bread from day to day.

5 And O, when through the wilds we roam
That part us from our heavenly home;
When, lost in danger, want and wo,
Our faithless tears begin to flow;
6 Do thou thy gracious comfort give
By which alone the soul may live;
And grant thy servants, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day.

1 THE Almighty reigns, exalted high,
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.

20 ye that love his holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame :
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.

3 Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;

2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh,
So oft vouchsafed before;

Still may it lead, protect, supply,
And I that hand adore.

3 If bright or cloudy scenes await,
Some profit let me gain;

That heaven nor high, nor low estate,
May send to me in vain.

4 Be this and every future day,
Still wiser than the past;

That from the whole of life's survey,
I may find peace at last.

3.

C. M.

CHRISTIAN POET.

Morning Praise.

1 Mr God was with me all this night,
And gave me sweet repose;

My God did watch, even whilst I slept,
Or I had never rose.

2 Sweet rest hath gained that strength to me, Which labour did devour;

My body was in weakness sown,
But it is raised in power.

3 Lord, for the mercies of the night,
My humble thanks I pay;

And unto thee I dedicate

The first fruits of the day.

4 Let this day praise thee, O my God, And so let all my days;

And O let mine eternal day

Be thine eternal praise.

Morning Hymn. For a Child.

1 O GOD, I thank thee that the night
In peace and rest hath passed away;
And that I see, in this fair light,
My father's smile that makes it day.
2 Be thou my guide, and let me live
As under thine all seeing eye;
Supply my wants, my sins forgive ;
And make me happy when I die.

5.

C. M. Doddridge.

Secret Prayer. Morning or Evening.
1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye
Shoots through the darkest night;
In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart discerning sight.

2 There shall that piercing eye survey
My duteous homage paid,
With every morning's dawning ray,
And every evening's shade.

30 may thy own celestial fire
The incense still inflame,

While my warm vows to thee aspire
Through my Redeemer's name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;
So shalt thou deign in worlds above
Thy suppliant to confess.

1 LORD, as the evening shades arise,
And chase the twilight from the skies,
Thy wondrous bounty may we find,
And share it with a grateful mind.
2 O make our weary members blest,
With sweet refreshment in their rest,
And in the hours of darkness spread
Thy guardian arms around our head.
3 Upon our knees, as here we bow,
We pray the Lord of glory now
To fill our breasts, lest deadly sin
Should cause a darker night within.

4 If thoughts on thee our souls employ
E'en darkness will afford us joy;

Till thou shalt call, and we shall soar,
And part with darkness evermore.

1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray,

I am forever thine ;

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,,
"T is sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;

And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

1 MIGHTY God! another day
Me hath sped along my way;
Nearer to my grave I've come,
Nearer to my endless home.

2 Thanks for life's extended length,
For continued health and strength,
Food and raiment, sun and air,
Still provided by thy care;

3 Powers of soul and body still
Guarded from each threatening ill,
Friends to love, and good to do,
Truth to seek, and heaven pursue.
4 Gracious God! my thanks sincere
Kindly stoop thee down to hear;
Bid them gush full, warm, and free,
From a spirit filled with Thee!

5 Round me close the shades of night,
Gird me with thy presence bright;
Darkness comes not where Thou art,
Dwell Thou ever in my heart!

9.

C. M. W. L. BOWLES.

Starlight Frost.

1 THE stars are shining over head, In the clear frosty night;