GRATITUDE. C. M. 28. My rising socl surveys In wonder, love, and praise ! And all my wants redrest, And hung upon the breast. 3 To all my woak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, To form themselves in prayer. Thy tender care bestow'd, From whence those blessings flow'd. 29. C. M. How many poor I see! For al. his gifts to me? 2 While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed. And curse, and lie, and steal, And do thy holy will. To me above the rest! And try to serve thee best. 30. L. M. Till growing years improve the song. 2 'Tis to thy sov’reign graco I owe, That I was born on Christian ground, And words of sweet salvation sound. 3 How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reign; 4 Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Sinco thou hast mark'd my way to heaven, C. M. Where every evil dwells; Which all this night dispels. Neglected and unblest : To keep the sacred rest. O may we straight obey! C. M. Before thy gracious throne; For all thy mercies shown. Supports us every hour; Thy goodness to adore. 3 Incline our hearts to seek thy face, The Saviour's name to love ; And form us by almighty graca, For nobler praise abovo. PRAYER. 33. L. M. GRÈAT God, behold, before thy throno, A band of children lowly bend; Thy faco we seek, thy name we own, Arid pray that thou wilt be our friond. 2 Thy Holy Spirit's aid impart, Thit ho may teach us how to pray ; Delight to tread in wisdom's way. 3 O let thy grace our souls renew, And soal a sonso of pardon thoro; 7's. 2 Lord, on thee our souls depcnd, In compassion now descend; Tuno our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee,--hero we stay ; 35. C. M. A heart from sin set free; So freely spilt for me! My great Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard io speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 An humble, lowly, contrito heart, Bolioving, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. And full of love divine; A copy, Lord, of thive. |