Thou brought'st forth Adam from the ground, And Eve out of his side: Thy blessing made the earth abound With there two multiplied. Those three great leaves, heaven, sea, and land, Thy name in figures show; Brutes feel the bounty of thy hand, But I my Maker know. Should not I here thy servant be, Whose creatures serve me here? To whom, Lord, should I sing, but thee, Lo other lords would seize on me, As waters haste unto their sea, So let my soul return to thee, From whom it had its birth. But, ah! I'm fallen in the night, Yet speak the word, "Let there be light”— It shall enlighten me: And let thy word, most mighty Lord, Thy fallen creature raise: O make me o'er again, and I Shall sing my Maker's praise. A SONG OF PRAISE FOR PROVISION. COME, let us praise our Master's hand, Which gives us daily bread: Thy house, my Lord, is full of guests, Earth is thy table, where thy guests Thy hand carves every one his part, Naked came I into the world, Thy bounty gives me bread with peace, The vine and olive-branches too Shall I repine against my God That kept me all my days? Then let my tongue forget to taste When it forgets to praise. A SONG OF PRAISE FOR THE MORNING. My God was with me all this night, My God did watch, even whilst I slept, How many groan'd and wish'd for sleep, Measuring slow hours with their quick pains, Whilst I did sleep all dangers slept, Those ev'ning wolves, those beasts of prey, No raging flames nor storms did rend I heard no dreadful cries without, What terrors have I scap'd this night, My body might have slept its last; My soul have wak'd in hell. Sweet rest hath gain'd that strength to me, My body was in weakness sown, But it is rais'd in power. Lord, for the mercies of the night, The first-fruits of the day. And so let all my days: A SONG OF PRAISE FOR THE EVENING. Now, from the altar of my heart, Let incense-flames arise: Mine evening sacrifice. Awake, my heart and tongue! Man's life's a book of history; The letters, mercies closely join'd; This day God was my sun and shield, My keeper and my guide; His care was on my frailty shown, Minutes and mercies multiplied Have made up all this day : Minutes came quick; but mercies were More fleet and free than they. New time, new favour, and new joys A SONG OF PRAISE FOR A GOSPEL MINISTRY. FAIR are the feet which bring the news Of gladness unto me: What happy messengers are these Which my bless'd eyes do see! These are my God's ambassadors, The trumpet sounds, the dead arise, Thy servants speak; but thou, Lord, dost They smite the rock; but thou, my God, They shoot the arrow; but thy hand Doth drive the arrow home: They call; but, Lord, thou dost compel, |