171		CM
	COME, humble souls, approach your God    With songs of sacred praise, For He is good, immensely good,     And kind are all His ways.
2	All nature owns His guardian care,     In Him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare     The wonders of His love.
3	He gave His Son, His only Son,     To ransom rebel worms; ’Tis here He makes His goodness known     In its diviner forms.
4	To this dear refuge, Lord, we come;     ’Tis here our hope relies: A safe defence, a peaceful home,     When storms of trouble rise.
5	Thine eye beholds with kind regard     The souls that trust in Thee; Their humble hope Thou wilt reward     With bliss divinely free.
6	Great God, to Thine almighty love,     What honours shall we raise? Not all the raptured songs above     Can render equal praise.
	Anne Steele, 1717-78