MELODY. With all my powers of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in 51 WITH all my powers of heart and tongue, To God I cried, when troubles rose; Amid a thousand snares I stand, I'll sing thy truth and 52 THUS far the Lord has led me on; Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. Much of my time has run to waste, my song; I lay my body down to sleep; Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. 53 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne, O, may our ardent zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs; Let there be sung, with warmest joy, Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name; The highest notes that angels raise Fall far below thy glorious praise. ORGAN. DR. GREENE. Thy power con- veys our bless-ings down From God the Fa ther and the Son. 61 WE bless the Lord, the just and good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. He sends the sun his circuit round, 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love: But the wide difference that remains, Is endless joys and endless pains. The Lord, that bruised the serpent's head, His own right hand his saints will raise, From the deep earth, or deeper seas, And bring them to his courts above, There to enjoy his perfect love. |