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Works of man, when made his plea,
Are the best he can perform. 2 Self, the god his soul adores,
Influences all his pow'rs ;
All his works and all his pride ; 3 Still, the boasting heart replies,
What the worthy and the wise,
PRAISE FOR FAITB.
I OF all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!
Than my Redeemer's blood.
2 Faith too, the blood receiving grace,
From the same hand we gain ; Else, sweetly, as it suits our case,
That gift had been in vain.
Our hearts refuse to see,
Shut out the view of thee.
What mis'ry we endure !
We could expect a cure. 5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more,
To thee our all we owe ;
That makes him precious too.
GRACE AND PROVIDENCE.
I ALMIGHTY King! whose wond'rous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land ;
No heart shall break that sighs for more. 2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
3 My streams of outward comfort came
From him who built this earthly frame ;
By whom my soul forever lives.
Or, if I feel it, heals again ;
Or over-rules it for the best.
Beneath the gratitude I owe !
I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES
I WINTER has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
In the snow-drop's pensive head. 2 Spring returns, and brings along
Life invigorating suns :
Seems to speak his dying groans ! 3 Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth ;
4 What, has autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
Tell me of his smiling face.
6 Ev'ning, with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,