Psalm CXXXIX. 4th Part. Com. Met. Praise for temporal and spiritual mercies

Almighty father, gracious Lord, Kind guardian of my days; My heart thy mercies would record, In grateful songs of praise.

In life's first dawn, my tender frame, Was thy indulgent care; Before I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe my infant prayer.

When reason with my stature grew, How faint her brightest ray! How little of my God I knew! How apt from thee to stray!

When life hung trembling on a breath, 'Twas thine almighty love, That sav'd me from impending death, And bade my fears remove.

How many blessings round me shone, Where'er I turn'd my eye! How many past almost unknown, Or unregarded, by!

Each rolling year new favours brought, From thy exhaustless store; But ah! in vain my lab'ring thought, Would count thy mercies o'er.

Lord, when this mortal frame decays, And every weakness dies; Complete the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies.

Then shall my joyful powers unite, In more exalted lays; And join the happy sons of light, In everlasting praise.