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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,

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Thy name is all divine:

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.

2 When to thy works on high,
I raise my wond'ring eyes,
And see the moon complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies:

3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,,
Lord, what is man! that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man!
That thon shouldst leve him so?
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
And Lord of all below.

5 Thine honours crown his head,
While beasts like slaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.

6 How rich thy bounties are!

And wondrous are thy ways

Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame
A monument of praise.

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,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear:
And ev'ry setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.

3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine;
And speak thy majesty divine;

Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise:
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.
6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds!
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways!

Vast and immortal be thy praise!

48. C. M. Dr. Watts. Psalm cxlv. 1-17, 11-13.

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LONG as I live I'll bless the name
My King, my God of Love;

My work and joy shall be the same
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown,
And let his praise be great:

I'll sing the honours of thy thron
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue!
And while my lips rejoice,,

The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways,
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.
5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state,
With public splendor shown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands,
Thy saints are rul'd by love:
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

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49. L. M.

God the proper Object of Praise.
E sons of men, in sacred lays,

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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.
H the almighty Lord!

How matchless is his pow'r!

Tremble, O earth, beneath his word,
While all the heav'ns adore.

2 Let proud imperious kings

Bow low before his throne!
Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things,
Or he shall tread you down.

3 Above the skies he reigns,
And with amazing blows
He deals insufferable pains
On his rebellious foes.

4 Yet, everlasting God!

We love to speak thy praise;
Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod,
The sceptre of thy grace.

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5 The arms of mighty love
Defend our Sion well,

And heav'nly mercy walls us round
From Babylon and hell.

6 Salvation to the King

That sits enthron'd above:
Thus we adore the God of might,
And bless the God of love!

51. C. M.

The Holiness of God.

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Isa. viii. 13.

1 OLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King:

Thrice holy Lord! the angels ery,
Thrice holy! let us sing.

2 Holy is he in all his works,

And truth is his delight;

But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.
3 The deepest reverence of the mind,
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

4 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thought can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.
5 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

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,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does, is ever best.

4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

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
Through midnight shades, as blazing noon.

2 Midnight and noon in this agree,
Great God! they're both alike to thee:
Not death can hide what God will spy,
And hel! ties nazed to his eye!

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