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

Attempt your great Creator's praise : Bat O what tongue can speak his fame!

What mortal verse can reach the theme! 2 Enthron'd anid 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;
Jle form'd this pond'rous globe of earth,
He rais'd the glorious arch on high,

And measurd out the azure sky.
4 In all onr 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 devotiou'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.
On theva milchless is luis power!
Tremble, earth, beneath his word,

While all the heav'uis adore.
2 Let proud imperious kings

Bow low before his throne!
Crouch to bis feet, ye haughty things,

Or he shall tread you down.
3 Above the skies he ns,

And with amazing blows
He deals insufferable pains

On his rebellious fués.
4 Yet, everlasting God!

We love to speak thy praise :
Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod,

The sceptre of thy grace.

5 The arms of mighty love

Defend our Sion well,
And heav'nly mercy walls as 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. Isa. viii. 13. "Holycard reverend is the name 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

Frorn 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. 1

, 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 Io 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.
Wie all-seeing God. Psalm cxxxix. 1-6.
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Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my restipg hours,

My heart did 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.
5'O 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. No screen from thy all-searching eyes;

veil of night is, no disguise
Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon

Through midnight sliades, 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 het! lies na jed to his eye!

3° 0 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.'

55. L. M. Dr. Watts. God everywhere present. Ps. cxxxix. 7–18.

HOULD I so false, so faithless prove, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,

Or froin thy dreadful glory run? 2 If up to heav'n I take my flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,

And Satan groáns beneath thy chains. 3 If, mounted on morning ray,

I fly beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,

And there arrest the fugitive.
4 Or shond I try to shun thy sight

Beneath the spreading veil of nigh
One glance of thine, one piercing ray

Would kindle darkness into day.
5. O 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."

56. C. M. Dr. Watts. Ps. cxxxix.
N all my vast concerns with Thee,

In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord! or fee

The notice of thine eye.
Thy all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,
My pnblic walks, my private ways,

And secrets of my breast.
3 My thonghts lie open to the Lord,

Before they're form'd within ;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,

He knows the sense I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a creature inde
Within thy circling arins I lie

Beset on ev'ry sille.
5 So let thy grace surround me still,

Ani like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by sov'reign love.

57. C. M. Dr. Watts. 1 'LORD Polerascall, guilty, souls retire, In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,

In heav'n thy glorious throne!
2 Should I suppress my vital breath,

To’scape the wraih divine,
Thy voice would break the bars of death,

And make the grave resign.
3 If, wing' with beams of morning-light,

* ny beyond the West, Thy hand, which must support my flight,

Would soon betray my rest.
4 If o'er my sins I think to draw

The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that gnard thy law

Would turn the shades to light.
3 The beams of noon, the midnighi-hour,

Are both alike to thee:
O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r
From which I camot flee.

58. L. M. Dr. Doderidge. The Immutability of God. Ps. cii. 25-28. ': !

Our sonls adore thine awful name; And bow and tremble while we praise

The Ancient of eternal Days.
? Thou, Lord! with msnrprise survey,

Saw'st nature rising yesterday;
And as to-morrow, shall thine eye
See earth and wars in roin lie.


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