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CHRISTIAN EXERCISES.
2 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow,
And thanks eternal for that love,
Whence all those comforts flow.
3 Forever let my grateful heart
His boundless grace adore,
Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.
4 Transporting hope ! still on my soul
Let thy sweet glories shine,
Till thou thyself art lost in joys
Immortal and divine.
315 C. M. Ocean.
Mariners constrained to praise.
1 THY works of glory, mighty Lord,
1 That mle the boist’rous sea,
The sons of courage shall record,
Who tempt the dang’rous way.
2 At thy command the winds arise,
And swell the towering waves ;
The men, astonished, mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.
3 Then to the Lord they raise their cries
He hears their loud request,
And orders silence through the skies,
And lays the flood to rest.
4 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
And see the storm allayed ;
Now to their eyes the port appears,
There let their vows be paid.
5 O that the sons of men would praise
The goodness of the Lord,
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