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Fto earth's remotext thore
8 Thy facred name we thus adore,
And bow before thy throne ;
The Univerfal Prayer.
clime adore. 2 Yet not to earth's contracted span,
Thy goodness let me bound; Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round. 3 To thee, whose presence fills all space, The earth, the air, the skies
; One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incenfe rife!
Does every want supply ;
And raite the filial cye.
Let me not caft away ;
Does the belt homage pay.
Or impious difcontent;
Or aught thy goodness lent. 7 Teach me to feel another's
woe, To hide the faults I fee; That mercy I to others show,
fhow to me:
8 Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy foe.
Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong,
O teach heart
But, all beneath the sun,
Altered froin Pope. hymn LXVIII. Common Metre. [*or b]
Through life's dark, dangerous road; Let each advancing step still bring
Me nearer to my God.
And when I go astray,
To wisdom's better way.
To keep my end in sight;
Let wisdom guide me right.
And penetrate my heart.
Fountain of bliss and love;
And all my darkness be dispersid,
Praise for Rain and fruitful Scafors. ATHER of light! we sing thy name,
Who made the fun to rule the day : Wide as he spreads his golden flame,
His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good ! from thee proceed
The copious showers of genial rain ; Which, o'er the hill and through the mead,
Revive the grass and (well the grain. 3 Through the wide world thy bounțies spread;
Yet thousands of our guilty race, Though by thy daily goodness fed,
Transgress thy law, abuse thy grace. 4 Not so, ihall our forgetful hearts
O'erlook the tokens of thy care ;
Receive with praise, and ask in prayer. 5 So fhall the fun more grateful shine,
And showers in welcome drops shall fall When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, our God, enjoy'd in all. 6 Jesus ! our brighter Sun, arise,
In pleniteous showers, thy Spirit send,
F and ;
Whilst with a grateful heart we share
And wide his royal bounties flow.
And hence the evangelic page.
Still mark a long extended line.
Amidst the rage of hell they stand.
DODDRIDGE. hymn LXXI. Common Metre. [*]
The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures.
What endless glory shines !
For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched fons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
And lasting as the mind.
And yields a free repast; Sublimer fruits than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste. 4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful found.
Our study and delight;
And still increasing light.
Be thou forever near ;
Mrs. STELLE Hymn LXXII. Common Metre. [* or b]
Love to our Neighbour.
All powerful, from above
The image of thy love. 2 O may our sympathising breasts
That generous pleasure know; Kindly to share another's joy,
And weep for others' woe. 3 Whene'er the helpless fons of want
Ip low distress are laid,