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17. L. M. Dr. Watts. Praise for Creation, Providence, and Grace.

Psalın cxlvii. 1-5, 11. 1

raise Our hearts and voices in his praise His nature and his works invite

To make this daty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,

And gathers nations to his name:
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,

And makes the broken spirit whole.
3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames;

He counts their numbers, calls their names : His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,

A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd, 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might:

And all his glories infinite;
He crowus the meek, rewards the just,

And treads the wicked to the dust. 5 His saints are lovely in his sight;

He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear
And looks and loves his image there.

18. L. M. Dr. Watts. Universal Praise to God. Psalm cxlviii. 1 L From distana, worlds where creatures Let heav'n begin the solemn word,

And sound it dreadful down to hell. 2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns !

Let ev'ry angel bend the knee; Sing of his leve in heav'nly strains,

And speak how fierce hís terrors be! 3 Wide as his vast ion lies

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,

And sound it lofty as his throne. 4 Jehovah ! 'ois a glorious word !

O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue !
But saints who best have known the Lord,

Are bonnd to raise the noblest song.

5 Speak of the wonders of that love

Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord; From all below, and all above,

Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!



19. P. M. Mr. Oliver. Praise to the God of Abraham.

Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of Love!
Jehovah, great I AM!

By earth and heaven confest,
I bow and bless the sacred name,

For ever bless'd.
2 The God of Abraham praise,

At whose supreme command,
From earth I rise and seek the joys

At his right-hand.
I'd all on earth forsake,

Tts wisdom, fame, and power!
Acd him my only portion make,

My shield and tower,
3 The God of Abraham praise,

Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days

In all his ways:
He calls a worm his friend;

He calls himself my God!
And he shail save me to the end,

Through Jesu's blood. 4 He by himself hath sworn;

I on his oath depend;
I shall on eagle's wings up-borne,

To beaven ascend;


That spread the flowing seas abroad,

And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordain'd

The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,

And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,

That fill the earth with food:
Ile form'd the creatures with his word,

And then pronounc'd them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd,

Where'er I turn mine eye;
If I survey the ground I tread,

Or gaze upon the sky!
5 Creatures (as num'rous as they be)

Are subject to thy care:
There's not a place where we can flee,

But God is present there.
His hand is my perpetual guard;

He keeps me with his eye ;
Why should I then forget the Lord,

Who is for ever nigh?

29. Sevens. Mrs. Barbanld. Praise to God for the Blessings of

Providence. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days; Bounteons source of ev'ry joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2. For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalled juice,
For the gen'rous olive's use:
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain,
Clonds that drop their fattning dewa,
Sans that temp'rate warmth diffiige.

I shall behold his face,

I shall his pow'r adore;
And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.
20. P. M. Mr. John Fawceit.

The Sacrifice of Praise. 1 and skies

ET ev'ry tuneful accent rise,
The infinite unknowu;
His goodness shines around the sphere,
And richly crowns the rolling year,

With blessings from his throne.
& Tis he ordains the blooming spring,

Her softest, sweetest charms to bring,

And wear her lovely dress;
'Tis he that clothes the fertile vale,
Bids fragrance breathe in ev'ry gale,

The roral scene to bless.
3 But he hath richer gifts in store,
For which our grateful hearts adore

The source of ev'ry good;
He gives us rebels, lost in sin,
Parden and peace, and life divine,

Through a Redeemer's blood. 4 When destitute of help and hope, His sov'reign mercy raised us up,

And snatcht us from despair;
So free, so boundless is his love,
He calls us to the realms above,

And soon shall bring us there. 8 Qar voices shall in concert join In songs of harmony divine;

The theme is ever new :
Let Iasic all her graces bring,
Awake, awake, each tupeful string,
To pay the tribute due.

21. C. M. Dr. Watts. Praise for Creation and Providence. *I

SING th' almighty power of God,

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