Hymn CXC. Common Metre. Divine Goodness in Afflictions

Now to thy heav'nly father's praise My heart, thy tribute bring; That goodness which prolongs my days With grateful pleasure sing.

Whene'er he sends afflicting pains His mercy holds the rod; His powerful word, the heart sustains, And speaks a faithful God.

A faithful God is ever nigh, When humble grief implores; His ear attends each plaintive sigh, He pities and restores.

My grateful soul would humbly bring Her tribute to thy throne; Accept the wish, my God, my King, To make thy goodness known.

O be the life thy hand restores Devoted to thy praise! To thee, I consecrate my powers, To thee, my future days.

Thy soul enlivening grace impart, A warmer love inspire; And be the breathings of my heart Dependance and desire.