CCXCVII. GOD supplying the Necessities of his People.

MY GOD, how chearful is the Sound,
How pleasant to repeat?
Well may that Heart with Pleasure bound,
Where GOD hath fix'd his Seat?

What Want shall not our GOD supply
From his redundant Stores?
What Streams of Mercy from on high
An Arm almighty pours?

From Christ, the ever-living Spring,
These ample Blessings flow:
Prepare, my Lips, his Name to sing,
Whose Heart hath lov'd us so.

Now to our Father and our GOD
Be endless Glory giv'n,
Thro' all the Realms of Man's Abode,
And thro' the highest Heav'n.