5 From dust and cottages obscure His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 46. S. M. Dr. Watts. God's Sovereignty and Goodness. Ps. viii. Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, 2 When to thy works on high, 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms,, 4 Lord, what is worthless man! 5 Thine honours crown his head, 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame 47. L. M. Dr. Watts. The Greatness of God. Psalm cxliv. MY God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Let Britain round her shores proclaim Vast and immortal be thy praise! 48. C. M. Dr. Watts. Psalm cxlv. 1-17, 11-13. 1 LONG as I live I'll bless the name My work and joy shall be the same 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, I'll sing the honours of thy thron 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue! The men that hear my sacred song 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, 1 49. L. M. God the proper Object of Praise. YE Attempt your great Creator's praise: But O what tongue can speak his fame! What mortal verse can reach the theme! 2 Enthron'd amid the radiant spheres, He, glory, like a garment, wears: His boundless wisdom, pow'r, and grace, Command our awe, invite our praise. 3 To God all nature owes its birth; He form'd this pond'rous globe of earth, He rais'd the glorious arch on high, And measur'd out the azure sky. 4 In all our Maker's vast designs, Omnipotence with wisdom shines; His works, through all this wondrous frame, Bear the great impress of his name. 5 Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing, Our souls his high perfections sing; O let his praise employ our tongues, And list'ning worlds approve the songs! 50. S. M. Dr. Watts. God's awful Power and Goodness. How matchless is his pow'r! Tremble, O earth, beneath his word, 2 Let proud imperious kings Bow low before his throne! 3 Above the skies he reigns, 4 Yet, everlasting God! We love to speak thy praise; 1 5 The arms of mighty love And heav'nly mercy walls us round 6 Salvation to the King That sits enthron'd above: 51. C. M. The Holiness of God. Ho Isa. viii. 13. 1 OLY and reverend is the name Thrice holy Lord! the angels ery, 2 Holy is he in all his works, And truth is his delight; But sinners and their wicked ways Lift with thy hands a holy heart 4 With sacred awe pronounce his name, The pure in heart are thy delight, 52. L. M. Mr. Beddome. The Wisdom of God. W AIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will, Tumultuous passions, all be still, Nor let a murmuring thought arise, His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He, in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work, the cause conceals; But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne. 3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, 4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait, 53. L. M. Dr. Watts. The all-seeing God. Psalm cxxxix. 1-6. 1 LORD, thon hast search'd and seen me thro', Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs! 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my op'ning lips they break." 3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand; On ev'ry side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God." 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 50 may these thoughts possess my breast, 'Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare 'Consent to sin, for God is there.' 54. L. M. Dr. Watts. Omniscience of God. Psalm cxxxix. 11, 12. THE veil of night is no disguise No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon 2 Midnight and noon in this agree, |