PRAISE FOR CREATION AND PROVIDENCE. I SING the' almighty power of God, I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The moon shines full at his command, I sing the goodness of the Lord, Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, If I survey the ground I tread, There's not a plant or flower below And clouds arise, and tempests blow, Creatures (as numerous as they be) There's not a place where we can flee In Heaven he shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath! 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, And 'tis bis air I breathe. His hand is my perpetual guard; Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh? PRAISE TO GOD FOR OUR REDEMPTION. BLESS'D be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace, That join'd in council to restore, And save our ruin'd race. Our father ate forbidden fruit, And we his children thus were brought Bless'd be the Lord that sent his Son He honour'd all his Father's laws, Behold him rising from the grave; There, on a glorious throne, he reigns, Of Satan and of Sin. Thence shall the Lord to Judgment come, O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge's face, And with the bless'd assembly there Sing his redeeming grace! PRAISES FOR MERCIES SPIRITUAL WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? Not more than others I deserve, How many children in the street Half naked I behold! While I am cloth'd from head to feet, While some poor wretches scarce can tell While others early learn to swear, Are these thy favours day by day To me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best. PRAISE FOR BIRTH AND EDUCATION GREAT God, to thee my voice I raise, Till growing years improve my song. 'Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe That I was born on British ground; Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound. 1 I would not change my native land A nobler prize lies in my hand, Than East or Western Indies hold. How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reigns! Thy glorious promises, O Lord! Thy praise shall still employ my breath, And waste the blessings thou hast given. PRAISE FOR THE GOSPEL, LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance, as others do, That I was born of Christian race, And not a Heathen or a Jew. What would the ancient Jewish kings, And Jewish prophets, once have given, Could they have heard those glorious things, Which Christ reveal'd, and brought from Heaven! |