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49. L. M.
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:
Command our awe, invite our praise.
And measurd out the azure sky.
Bear the great impress of his name. 5 Rais'd on devotiou's lofty, wing,
Our souls his high perfections sing;
50. S. M. Dr. Watts.
While all the heav'uis adore.
Bow low before his throne!
Or he shall tread you down.
And with amazing blows
On his rebellious fués.
We love to speak thy praise :
The sceptre of thy grace.
5 The arms of mighty love
Defend our Sion well,
From Babylon and hell. 6 Salvation to the King
That sits enthron'd above:
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,
And truth is his delight;
Shall perish from his sight.
Pay, O my soul, to God;
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.
Frorn all pollution free;
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;
3 Io heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
That what he does, is ever best.
Prostrate before his awful seat;
53. L. M. Dr. Watts.
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;
Ere from my op'ning lips they break. 3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
What large extent! what lofty height!
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
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
Through midnight sliades, as blazing noon.
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,
And there arrest the fugitive.
Beneath the spreading veil of nigh
Would kindle darkness into day.
56. C. M. Dr. Watts. Ps. cxxxix.
In vain my soul would try
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest,
And secrets of my breast.
Before they're form'd within ;
He knows the sense I mean.
4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature inde
Beset on ev'ry sille.
Ani like a bulwark prove,
57. C. M. Dr. Watts. 1 'LORD Polerascall, guilty, souls retire, In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heav'n thy glorious throne!
To’scape the wraih divine,
And make the grave resign.
* ny beyond the West, Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.
The curtains of the night,
Would turn the shades to light.
Are both alike to thee:
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.
Saw'st nature rising yesterday;