Works of man, when made his plea, Never shall accepted be; Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm) Are the best he can perform. 2 Self, the god his soul adores, JESUS is a slighted name, 3 Still, the boasting heart replies, LXII. PRAISE FOR FAITH. IOF all the gifts thine hand bestows, Thou Giver of all good! Not heav'n itself a richer knows, Than my Redeemer's blood. 2 Faith too, the blood receiving grace, 3 Till thou thy teaching pow'r apply, 4 Blind to the merits of thy Son, 5 Yet fly that hand, from which alone. We praise thee, and would praise thee more, To thee our all we owe; The precious Saviour, and the pow'r That makes him precious too. LXIII. GRACE AND PROVIDENCE. › ALMIGHTY King! whose wond'rous hand 2 Thy providence supplies my food, 3 My streams of outward comfort came From him who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want his bounty gives, By whom my soul forever lives. 4 Either his hand preserves from pain, From Satan's malice shields my breast, 5 Forgive the song that falls so low It means thy praise, however poor, LXIV. I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES 1 WINTER has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, 2 Spring returns, and brings along Hark! the turtle's plaintive song 3 Summer has a thousand charms, 4 What, has autumn left to say 5 Light appears with early dawn 6 Ev'ning, with a silent pace, END. |