BOUNTY.
I will sing unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.—Psalm xiii. 6.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee.—Psalm cxvi. 7.
Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.—II. Corinthians, ix. 11.
This goodly frame of temperance,
Formerly grounded, and fast settled
On firm foundation of true bountihood.
Spenser.
Those godlike men, to wanting virtue kind,
Bounty well placed preferred, and well designed,
To all their titles.
Dryden.
How full of cheer,
Joyous, devout, and grateful is the soul
To see again its unexhausted God
Thus pile the table of a world with bread!
For what’s the globe on which we all subsist?
The table of immortal bounty ’tis,
A feast perpetual, where unnumbered sons
Sit down to banquet as their sires withdraw,
And in succession generations feed,
Contented rise, give thanks, and pass away.
Hurdis.
The hand that built the palace of the sky,
Formed the light wings that decorate a fly;
The power that wheels the circling planets round,
Rears every infant floweret on the ground;
That bounty which the mightiest beings share,
Feeds the least gnat that gilds the evening air.
J. Montgomery.
I love the Lord;—he lent an ear
When I for help implored;
He rescued me from all my fear,
Therefore I love the Lord.
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Return, my soul, unto my rest,
From God no longer roam;
His hand hath bountifully blest,
His goodness called thee home.
J. Montgomery.