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But when we redemption view,
Lord! our grateful hearts agree, • How much more we owe to Thee.
When we think what we had been,
When we hear our Master say,
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
0! how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ?
But Thou canst read it there.
Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear, 'Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray’r. Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, Before
infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps 1 ran, *Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
It gently cleared my way,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renew'd
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Has made my cup run o'er,
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
Divide Thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O LORD,
Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise, For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise,
GOD'S PROVIDENTIAL CARE.--Addison.
How are Thy servants blest, O LORD!
How sure is their defence! Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,
And breath'd untainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made every region please;
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes,
In all its horrors rise !
Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart; When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,
O’ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then from all my griefs, O LORD,
mercy set me free,
My soul took hold on Thee.
For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to Thy will ;
At Thy command was still.
Thy goodness I'll adore,
And humbly hope for more.
Thy sacrifice shall be;
doom, Shall join my soul to Thee.
DAY OF JUDGMENT.-Addison,
When rising from the bed of Death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
O how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought;
In majesty severe,
O! how shall I appear!
But Thou hast told the troubled mind,
Who does her sins lament, The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.
Then see my sorrows, O my God,
Ere yet it be too late;
To give those sorrows weight.
For never shall my
soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died
To make her pardon sure.