9. C. M. Dr. Watts. Praise to God From all Creatures. THE glories of my Maker, God, And call the nations to adore 2 'Twas his right-hand that shap'd our clay, 3 We bring our mortal pow'rs to God, 4 Let grov'ling beasts of ev'ry shape, And rocks and trees, and fires and seas 5 Ye planets to his honour shine, Praise him in your unweary'd course 6 The brightness of our Maker's name 1 10. P. M. Dr. Watts. Psalm cxlviii. YE tribes of Adam join With heav'n, and earth, and seas, To your Creator's praise. And moon that rules the night, 4 1 2 8 4 5 The shining worlds above By his supreme coinmand. He spake the word, and all their frame In unknown ages past, While time and nature last. In diff'rent ways his works proclaim LE 11. P. M. Dr. Watts. The same continued. ET all the earth-born race, From sea and shore their tribute pay, Praise ye th' Almighty Lord, When lightnings shine, or thunders roar, Ye mountains near the skies That fruit in plenty bear; Beasts wild and tame, birds, flies and worms, In various forms, exalt his name. Ye kings and judges fear The Lord, the sov'reign King; His heav'nly honours sing. Nor let the dream of pow'r and state, To sound his praise divine, While infancy and age Wide as he reigns his name be sung The God that rules above; And makes them taste his love. While earth and sky attempt his praise, His saints shall raise his honours high. 1 12. P. M. Mr. Merrick. A general Song of Praise. YE Works of God, on Him alone; In earth his footstool, heaven his throne Whose hand, the beauteous fabric made, 2 Ye angels, that with loud acclaim, 3 Ye sons of men, his praise display, 4 And you, your thankful voices join, Where, thron'd in majesty, he dwells, 5 Ye spirits of the just and good, The bax mach shall bring DA SE As, wondrous things, d Aures by de suc 3 Praises bere, to thee we give? 1 15. S. M. Dr. Watts. Sincere Praise. ALMIGHTY Maker, God! How wondrous is thy naine! Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Through the creation's frame! 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her Creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my King, 4 Let joy and worship spend 1 16. P. M. Praise to the Creator. Hor worthily praise OW can we adore, Thy mercy and power, Most gladly confessing The heavens and earth, |