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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'd the earth with food:
He 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.

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His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with his eye;

Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?

22. Sevens. Mrs. Barbauld.

Praise to God for the Blessings of
Providence.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous 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 exalted juice,
For the gen'rous olive's use:
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain,
Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse.

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 Fawcett.

The Sacrifice of Praise.

1LETem that rules the earth and skies

ET ev'ry tuneful accent rise,

The infinite unknown;

His goodness shines around the sphere,
And richly crowns the rolling year,
With blessings from his throne.
2 '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 rural 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,
Pardon 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.
5 Oar voices shall in concert join
In songs of harmony divine;
The theme is ever new:
Let music all her graces bring,
Awake, awake, each tuneful string,
To pay the tribute due.

21. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Praise for Creation and Providence. 1 That bade the mountains rise; SING th' almighty power of God,

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'd the earth with food:
He 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.

1

His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with his eye;

Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?

22. Sevens. Mrs. Barbauld.

Praise to God for the Blessings of
Providence.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous 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 exalted juice,
For the gen'rous olive's use:
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain,
Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse.

26. S. M. Dr. Watts.

Praise for spiritual and temporal Mercies. Psalm ciii. 1, 7.

1

Bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join!

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soni;
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 "Tis he forgives thy sins,
Tis he relieves thy pain,
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave;
He that redeem'd my soul from hell,
Hath sov'reign pow'r to save.

5 He fills the poor with good;

He gives the suff'rers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for th' opprest.

6 His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known;

But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son!

27. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Praise to God, and Communion with Saints. Psalm cvi. 16.

1T Let songs of honour be addrest;

10 God the great, the ever-blest,

His mercy firm for ever stands;

Give him the thanks his love demands.
2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways?
Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise?
Blest are the souls that fear thee still,
And pay their duty to thy will.
3 Remember what thy mercy did
For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed;
And with the same salvation bless
The meanest suppliant of thy grace.

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4 O may I see thy tribes rejoice,
And aid their triumphs with my voice;
This is my glory, Lord, to be

Join'd to thy saints, and near to thee.

28. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth. Psalm cxlv. 1.

PRAISE ve the Lord, my heart shall join work so pleasant, so divine, Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when any soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last.

3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust:
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.

4 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Isr'el's God: he inade the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his promise vain.

5 His truth for ever stands secure:

He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow and the fatherless.

7 He loves his saints, he knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell:

Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

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