CCLVII. ON PROVIDENCE. (By Addison.) Air, as 146th Psalm, Mel. Sac. 2. Thy providence my life sustain'd, 3. To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in prayer. 4. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flow'd. 5. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 6. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way; And And through the pleasing snares of vice, 7. O how shall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare That glows within my ravish'd heart? CCLVIII. SECOND PART. 8. WHEN worn with sickness, oft hast Thou 9. Through every period of my life, And after death, in distant worlds, 10. Through all eternity to Thee For, oh! eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise. 11. When nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more; My ever grateful heart, O Lord! CCLIX. ON THE JUDGMENT. Music, as in 4th No. Mel. Sac. small. 1. LO! HE comes, with clouds descending; Once for favoured sinners slain! Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train: Hallelujah! GOD appears on earth to reign. 2. Every eye shall now behold Him Robed in dreadful majesty : Those who set at nought and sold Him, Shall the true MESSIAH see. 3. Every island, sea, and mountain, "Come to judgment! come away." All All His saints, by man rejected, See the day of GoD appear. CCLX. TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. (From the Ordination Service.) Music, as 270th Hymn. And Thee, (of Both,) to be but One: "FATHER, SON, and HOLY SPIRIT!" CCLXI. JOYS OF RELIGION. 261 By Dr. Watts. Air, Uriel, see 4th No. Mel. Sac. small. 1. MY GOD! the spring of all my joys; The life of my delights: The glory of my brightest days, 2. In darkest shades if Thou appear, Thou art my soul's bright morning-star, 3. The opening heavens around me shine If JESUS shows his mercy mine, 4. My soul would leave this heavy clay Run up, with joy, the shining way, LORD. To see, and praise my The wings of love, and arms of faith, Would bear me conqueror through. |