But when we redemption view, When we think what we had been, When we hear our Master say, GOD'S MERCIES.-Addison. WHEN all thy mercies, O my GOD, O! how shall words with equal warmth That glows within my ravish'd heart? Thy providence my life sustain❜d, And hung upon the breast. To all my weak complaints and cries, 'Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt Unnumber'd comforts to my soul From whom those comforts flow'd. When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, And through the pleasing snares of vice, When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has doubled all my store. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, That tastes those gifts with joy. Through every period of my life, And after death in distant worlds 4 'When Nature fails, and day and night Through all eternity to Thee 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, Through burning climes I ass'd unhurt, Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil, And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas. Think, O my soul, devoutly think, Confusion dwelt in every face, And fear in every heart; When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs, Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, My soul took hold on Thee. For though in dreadful whirls we hung I knew Thou wert not slow to hear, The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, The sea, that roar'd at Thy command, In midst of dangers, fears, and death, And praise Thee for Thy mercies past, My life, if Thou preservst my life, Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, when death must be my doom, DAY OF JUDGMENT.—Addison. WHEN rising from the bed of Death, If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 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, 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. C |