Songs V and VI
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,
Thy Table richly spread:
Earth is thy Table, where thy Guests
Do daily sit and feed;
Thy Hand Carves every one his Part,
And suffers none to Need.
Naked came I into the World,
And nothing with me brought;
And nothing have I here deserv'd,
Yet have I lacked Nought.
I do not bless my Lab'ring Hand,
My Lab'ring Head, or Chance;
Thy Providence, most Gracious God,
Is mine Inheritance.
Thy Bounty gives me Bread with Peace,
A Table free from Strife;
Thy Blessing is the Staff of Bread,
Which is the Staff of Life.
The People sate in Companies,
My Saviour fed them all;
So all the Families of th' Earth
Have Tables in God's Hall.
The Vine and Olive-Branches too
Are Nourish'd by thy Care;
Mercies we eat, Mercies we drink,
Mercies we daily wear.
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 Protection
My God, my only Help and Hope,
My strong and sure Defence:
For all my Safety and my Peace
I bless thy Providence.
The daily Favours of my God
I cannot Sing at large;
Yet let me make this Holy Boast,
I am th' Almighty's Charge.
Lord, in the Day, thou art about
The Paths wherein I tread;
And in the Night, when I lie down,
Thou art about my Bed.
I travel through the Wilderness,
Free from the Beasts of Prey;
The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stopp'd,
The Serpents creep away.
In Preservation God Creates,
Delivers in Protection;
Lord, every Moment of my Life
Is like a Resurrection.
A thousand Deaths I daily 'scape,
I pass by many a Pit,
I sail by many dreadful Rocks,
Where others have been split.
I see blind People with mine Eyes,
To Hospitals I walk;
I hear of them that cannot hear,
And of the Dumb I talk;
Lord, what am I that thou should'st shew
Such Favour unto me?
My Bones and Senses all must say,
Lord, who is like to thee?