Cosmos and Other Blooms with Author of good, we rest on thee with Songs of praise the angels sang

  Author of good, we rest on thee:
  Thine ever watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
  Thy hand alone supply.

  In thine all-gracious providence
  Our cheerful hopes confide;
O let thy power be our defense,
  Thy love our footsteps guide.

  And since, by passion’s force subdued,
  Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
  And grasp the specious ill,-

  Not what we wish, but what we want
  Let mercy still supply:
The good we ask not, Father, grant;
  The ill we ask, deny.

James MerrickSongs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with alleluias rang,
When Jehovah’s work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.

Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born:
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.

Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens, new earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.

James Montgomery