2 By thee the arch of heaven was spread; By thee were earth's foundations laid; All the delights of our abode

Proclaim thy wisdom, powerful God.

3 Thy tender hand restores our breath,
When trembling on the verge of death;
Gently it wipes away our tears,
And lengthens life to future years.

4 To thee these lives are sacred, Lord,
By thee upheld, by thee restored;
And whilst our hours renew their race,
Still we would walk before thy face.

5 And when our souls by thee are led
Through unknown regions of the dead,
With joy triumphant, may they move
To seats of nobler life above.

1 GREAT Source of unexhausted good!

Who giv'st us health, and friends, and food,
And peace, and calm content;
Like fragrant incense, to the skies,
Let songs of grateful praises rise,
For all thy blessings lent.

2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy providence attends our way,
To guard us and to guide;

Thy grace directs our wandering will,
And warns us lest seducing ill

Allure our souls aside.

3 Thy smiles, with a reviving light,

Cheer the long darksome hours of night,

And gild the thickest gloom;

Thy watchful love, around our bed,
Doth softly like a curtain spread,
And guard the peaceful room.

4 To thee our lives, our all we owe,
Our peace and sweetest joys below,
And brighter hopes above;

Then let our lives, and all that 's ours,
Our souls, and all our active powers,
Be sacred to thy love.

5 Thus, gracious Father! thee we praise;
And while our feeble songs we raise
To bless thee and adore,

Some spark of heavenly fire impart,
And teach each humble, grateful heart,
To bless and love thee more.

1 HAIL, King Supreme, all wise and good,
To thee our thoughts we raise;
Whilst nature's lovely charms, displayed,
Inspire our souls with praise.

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Thy works engage our view;

And as we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.

3 Thy glory beams in every star
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the rising face of morn
With rays of cheering light.

4 The lofty hill, the verdant lawn
With thousand beauties shine;
The vocal grove and cooling shade
Proclaim thy power divine.

5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage;

Still may our wondering eyes peruse
Thy works' instructive page.

1 Hear, O our God! in mercy hear,

Thy suppliant's humble prayer:

Oppressed with grief, and chilled with fear;
Our steps to thee repair.

2 When anguish overwhelms the heart;
And sorrow's waves roll high;
Then graciously thy aid impart,
And cheer the lifted eye.

3 O lead us to the shadowing rock,
Which lifts its friendly form:

For there, secure from every shock,
Our bark shall ride the storm.

4 There, in the haven of thine arms, Our souls shall fear no ill:

But rest secure from all alarms,
Since thou art with us still.

5 So will we daily tune our voice
To rapturous songs of praise;
And filled with gratitude, rejoice;
And hymns of gladness raise.

1 HEAR, O our God, with pity hear,
Our humble, supplicating moan:
In mercy answer all our prayer,
And make thy truth and goodness known.

2 O let thy mercy still be nigh;
Should awful justice frown severe,
Before the terror of thine eye,
What trembling mortal can appear.

3 We call to mind the former days;
Thine ancient works declare thy name,
Thy truth, thy goodness and thy grace;
And these, O Lord, are still the same.

4 To thee we lift our suppliant hands,
To thee our longing souls aspire;
As cheering showers to thirsty lands,
Thy grace can fill our strong desire.

5 Speak to our hearts; the gloomy night
Shall vanish, and bright morning break;
In thee we trust, our guide, our light,
Teach us the path our feet should take.

6 Teach us to do thy sacred will;
Thou art our God, our hope, our stay;.
Let thy good Spirit lead us still,
And point the safe, the upright way.

1 HEAVENLY Father! gracious name!
Night and day thy love the same:
Far, be each distrustful thought;
Every anxious care, forgot.

2 Thou, O ever bounteous God!
Crown'st our days with various good.
Thy kind eye, which cannot sleep,
Our defenceless hours shalt keep.

3 What, if death our sleep invade?
Should we be of death afraid?
While encircled by thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.

4 With thy heavenly presence blest,
Death, is life; and labor, rest;
Welcome, sleep or death shall be;
Still secure, for still with thee.

1 HEAVENLY Father! mighty Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored.
Lord! thy mercies never fail.
Hail! celestial goodness, hail!