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Ye dying sons of men!
Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu!
Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm
Ye humble souls approach your God
Ye humble souls complain no more
Ye humble souls that seek the Lord
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Ye naked, wretched, hungry poor
Ye nations round the earth rejoice
Ye servants of God, your master proclaim
Ye servants of th' Almighty King
Ye servants of the Lord
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young
Ye sons of men, a feeble race
Ye sons of men, in sacred lays
Ye sons of men, with joy record
Ye that obey the immortal King
Ye tribes of Adam join
Ye weary wand'rers now draw near
Ye works of God, on him alone
Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
HYMN I. L. M. Dr. Watts.
A Translation of the 100th Psalm.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
1 BEFO Rations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone:
He can create, and He destroy.
2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us inen :
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honours shall we rear
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs:
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command!
Vast as eternity thy love!
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move! 2. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Praise to our Creator.
E nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sov'reign King:
Serve him with cheerful heart and voice;
With all your tongues his glory sing.
The Lord is God: 'tis He alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give :
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pasture ive.
3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair:
And make it your divine employ,
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure:
And the whole race of man shall find
Ilis truth from age to age endure.
3. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett.
Praise to God, from the whole Creation.
1To Get all mankind their tribute bring:
O God the universal King
All that have breath, your voices raise,
In songs of never-ceasing praise.
2 The spacious earth on which we tread,
And wider heav'ns stretch'd o'er our head,
A large and solemn temple frame,
To celebrate its builder's fame.
3 Here the bright sun that rules the day,
As thro' the sky he makes his way,
To all the world proclaims aloud
The boundless sov'reignty of God.
4 When from his courts the sun retires,
And with the day his voice expires,
The moon and stars adopt the song,
And thro' the night his praise prolong.
5 The list'ning earth with rapture hears
Th' harmonious music of the spheres;
And all the tribes the notes repeat,
That God is wise, and good, and great.
6 But man, endow'd with nobler pow'rs,
His God in nobler strains adores:
His is the gift to know the song,
As well as sing with tuneful tongue,
4. L. M. Dr. Doddridge.
Psalm cvii. 31.
1YE sons of men, with joy record
The various wonders of the Lord;
And let his power and goodness sound
Through all your tribes the earth around.
2 Let the high heavens your songs invite, Those spacious fields of brilliant light; Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, And stars, that glow from pole to pole." 3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd, Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade; Peopled with life of various forms,
Of fish, and fowl, and beast, and worms.
4 View the broad sea's majestic plains,
And think how wide its Maker reigns;
That band reinotest nations joins,
And on each wave his goodness shines.
5 But O! that brighter world above,
Where lives and reigns incarnate love!
God's only Son, in flesh array'd,
For man a bleeding victim made.
6 Thither, my soul, with rapture soar;
There in the land of praise adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay,
Demands an everlasting day.
5. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Praise to God from all Nations.
Psalm exvii.
ALL ye nations!praise the Lord,
Each with a diffrent tongue,
In ev'ry language learn his word,
And let his name be gung.
2 His mercy reigns through ev'ry land;
Proclaim his grace abroad;
For ever firm his truth shall stand;
Praise ye the faithful God.
6. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Psalm cxvii.
1 TROM all that dwell below the skies,
the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
7. S. M. Dr. Watts.
Psalm cxvii.
1THY name, Almighty Lord,
Shall sound through distant lands:
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth for ever stands:
2 Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure.
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchang'd no more.
8. L. M. Mr. Addison.
Praise to God from the heavenly Bodies. THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's pow'r display;
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an almighty hand.
3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth.
4 Whilst all the stars which round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though, nor real voice, nor sound,
Amid the radiant orbs be found;
6 In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made na is divine."
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