W

ANH Y M N.

I.

HEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rifing foul furveys ;
Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.

II.

O how fhall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart !
But thou canft read it there.

III.

Thy Providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redreft;
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breaft.

IV.

To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

V.

Unnumber'd comforts to foul my

Thy tender care bestow'd,

Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whence thefe comforts flow'd.

VI. When

VI.

When in the flippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unfeen convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.

VII.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and death,
It gently clear'd my way ;

And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

VIII.

When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.

IX.

Thy bounteous hand with worldły bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend

Haft doubled all my ftore.

X.

Ten thousand thoufand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the leaft a chearful heart,

That taftes thofe gifts with joy.

XI. Through

XI.

Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll purfue;

And after death, in diftant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
XII.

When Nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy fhall adore.

XIII.

Through all eternity to thee,
A joyful fong I'll raife;
For, oh! eternity 's too short,
To utter all thy praise.

H

AN OD E.

I.

WOW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord!
How fure is their defence !

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

II.

foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pafs'd unhurt,

And breath'd in tainted air.

III. Thy

III.

Thy mercy fweeten'd every foil,
Made every region please ;
The hoary Alpine-hills it warm'd,
And fincoth'd the Tyrrhene feas.

IV.

Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou faw'ft the wide-extended deep,
In all its horrors rife.

V.

Confufion dwelt in every face,

And fear in every heart;

When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs, O'ercame the pilot's art.

VI.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,

Thy mercy fet me free;

Whilft, in the confidence of prayer,

My foul took hold on thee.

VII.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung

High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not flow to hear,

Nor impotent to fave.

VIII. Th

VIII.

The ftorm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The fea, that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.

IX.

In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise Thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
X.

My life, if thou preferv'ft my life,
Thy facrifice fhall be ;

And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my foul to Thec.

W

HEN rifing from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I fee my Maker face to face;

O how fhall I appear!

II.

If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be fought,

My heart with inward horror fhrinks,

And trembles at the thought: