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But when we redemption view,
Gaze on all Thy love could do;
LORD! Our grateful hearts agree,
How much more we owe to Thee.
When we think what we had been,
Sunk in sorrow, lost in sin;
Saved from sin, from sorrow free,
More than joy we owe to Thee.
When we hear our Master say,
"Death is vanquished, Come away,
Heaven is your's," we all must see
More than life we owe to Thee.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my GoD,
My rising soul surveys;
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
O! 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 my 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.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face,
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a grateful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
'When Nature fails, and day and night
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,
Through burning climes I ass'd unhurt,
And breath'd untainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
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,
Thy mercy set me free,
Whilst in the confidence of pray'r,
My soul took hold on Thee.
For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to Thy will;
The sea, that roar'd at Thy command,
At Thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore,
And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
My life, if Thou preservst my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death must be my 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,
I see my Maker, face to face,
O how shall I appear!
If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;
When Thou, O LORD, shalt stand-disclos'd,
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
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;
And hear my SAVIOUR's dying groans,
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.