Song 2

I sing th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.

I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord, That fill'd the earth with food; He form'd the creatures with his Word, And then pronounced them good.

Lord, how thy wonders are display'd Where'er I turn mine eye, If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky.

There's not a plant or flower below But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow By order from thy throne.

Creatures (as num'rous as they be) Are subject to thy care: There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.

In heaven he shines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath: 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, And 'tis his air I breathe.

His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye: Why should I then forget the Lord Who is for ever nigh?

Song 3. Praise to God for our Redemption.

Blest be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace, That join'd in council to restore And save our ruin'd race!

Our father eat forbidden fruit, And from his glory fell; And we, his children, thus were brought To death, and near to hell.

Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood; He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God.

He honour'd all his Father's laws, Which we have disobey'd; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid.

Behold him rising from the grave; Behold him rais'd on high: He pleads his merits there to save Transgressors doom'd to die.

There on a glorious throne, he reigns, And by his power divine Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan, and of sin.

Thence shall the Lord to judgment come, And, with a sovereign voice, Shall call, and break up every tomb, While waking saints rejoice.

O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge's face, And, with the blest assembly there, Sing his redeeming grace!

Song 4. Praise for Mercies Spiritual and Temporal.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see? What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me?

Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.

How many children in the street Half naked I behold? While I am clothed from head to feet, And cover'd from the cold.

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.

While others early learn to swear, And curse, and lie, and steal, Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will.

Are these thy favours, day by day To me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best.

Song 5. Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land.

Great God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong; I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song.

'Tis to thy soveraign grace I owe, That I was born on Brittish ground, Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound.

I would not change my native land For rich Peru, with all her gold: A nobler prize lies in my hand Than East or Western Indies hold.

How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reigns; They know no heav'n, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless pains.

Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hope and my desire; While all the preachers of thy word Warn me t' escape eternal fire.

Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast mark'd my way to heaven; Nor will I run the road to death, And wast the blessings thou hast given.