75 C. M. Our dwelling place in all generations. Psalm 90. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home! 2 Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure: Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. 76 C. M. The goodness of God. Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In songs of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but ne’er confines His goodness to the skies: Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim: But saints that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. 77 C. M. Your heavenly Father feedeth them. Matt. 6:25-34. O why despond in life’s dark vale? Why sink to fears a prey? Th’ almighty power can never fail, His love can ne’er decay. 2 Behold the birds that wing the air, Nor sow nor reap the grain; Yet God, with all a father’s care, Relieves when they complain. 3 Behold the lilies of the field: They toil nor labor know; Yet royal robes to theirs must yield, In beauty’s richest glow. 4 That God who hears the raven’s cry, Who decks the lily’s form, Will surely all your wants supply, And shield you in the storm. 5 Seek first his kingdom’s grace to share: Its righteousness pursue: And all that needs your earthly care He will bestow on you. 78 C. M. Gratitude. When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I’m lost In wonder, love, and praise.