3 Seasons and times, and moons, and hours,
Heaven, earth, and air, are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.

4 The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;

Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.

143.

C. M.

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

The Power and Goodness of God. Ps. 147.

1 DELIGHTFUL is the task to sing,

On each returning day,

The praises of our heavenly King,
And grateful homage pay.

2 The countless worlds, which, bathed in light,
Through fields of azure move,
Proclaim his wisdom and his might,
But O, how great his love!

3 He deigns each broken, contrite heart
With tender care to bind;

And comfort, hope and grace impart
To heal the wounded mind.

4 All creatures with instinctive cry,
From God implore their food;
His bounty grants a rich supply,
And fills the earth with good.
5 Delightful is the task, O Lord!
With each returning day
Thy countless mercies to record,
And grateful homage pay.

144.

C. P. M.

H. MOORE.

The Love of God.

1 My God! thy boundless love I praise:
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!

it streams from thine eternal throne:
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.

2 "Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale:
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on every vale.

4 But in thy word I see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;

There Faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,

And opens all her heaven.

5 Then let the love that makes me blessed, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude;

And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.

145.

L. M.

TATE AND BRADY.

"How excellent is thy Loving Kindness, O God!" Ps. 36.
1 O LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of heaven transcends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope;
Beyond the sparkling skies extends.
2 Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathomed depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains:
The whole creation is thy care.

3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy sheltering wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust!

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast,
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall forever last.

"Bless the Lord, O my Soul, and forget not all his benefits." Ps. 103.

1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God!

Call home thy thoughts that roam abroad:
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace!

His favours claim thy highest praise:
Let not the wonders he has wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot.

3 The vices of the mind he heals,

And cures the pains that nature feels, Redeems the soul from sin, and saves Our wasting lives from threatening graves 4 Our youth, decayed, his power repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years: He satisfies our mouth with good; And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 5 Let the whole earth his power confess : Let the whole earth his goodness bless: Let all the powers within it, join In work and worship so divine.

Man, the Subject of a Paternal Government.
1 GREATEST of Beings! Source of life!
Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!
All nature feels thy power, but man
A grateful tribute pays to thee.

2 Subject to wants, to thee he looks,
And from thy goodness seeks supplies;
And, when oppressed with guilt he mourns
Thy mercy lifts him to the skies.

3 Children, whose little minds unformed,
Ne'er raised a tender thought to heaven;
And men, whom reason lifts to God,
Though oft by passion downward driven;
4 Those too, who bend with age and care,
And faint and tremble near the tomb;
Who, sickening at the present scenes,
Sigh for that better state to come;

5 All, great Creator! all are thine; All feel thy providential care,

And, through each varying stage of life,
Alike thy constant pity share.

6 And whether grief oppress the heart,
Or whether joy elate the breast,
Or life still keep its little course,
Or death invite the heart to rest;
7 All are thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord! obey;
And all are training man to dwell
Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee.

The Paternal Love of God.

1 FATHER! to thy kind love we owe
All that is fair and good below;
Bestower of the health that lies
On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes!
2 Giver of sunshine and of rain!
Ripener of fruits on hill and plain !
Fountain of light, that, rayed afar,
Fills the vast urns of sun and star!

3 Yet deem we not that thus alone,
Thy mercy and thy love are shown;
For we have learned, with higher praise,
And holier names, to speak thy ways.
4 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay!
Sole trust when life shall pass away!
Teacher of hopes that light the gloom
Of death, and consecrate the tomb!