3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal, And as we hear, O may we feel 4 Help us to see the Saviour's love And let the thoughts of joys above 5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides, Shall we be truly blest; And safe arrive where love provides An everlasting rest. 61 Confession, prayer, and praise. C. M. LORD! when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, O may we feel the sins we own, 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; And let a healing ray from thee 8 When we disclose our wants in prayer, O let our wills resign; And not a thought our bosom share, Which is not wholly thine. 4 And when with heart and voice we strive Our grateful hymns to raise, Let love divine within us live, And fill our souls with praise. 5 Then, on thy glories while we dwell, With love divine, transported, tell- 0 62 FATH Grace, pardon, life. L. M. TATHER of heaven, whose love profound 2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 63 L. M. True worship everywhere accepted. The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, And prophets praised with glowing tongue : 2 Not now on Zion's height alone The favour'd worshipper may dwell, To heaven, and find acceptance there. Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 64 L. M. God seen in his works. THERE is a God-all nature speaks, His mighty Maker's glorious name. 65 The heavens declare His glory. L. M. With all the blue ethereal sky, The' unwearied sun, from day to day, The work of an Almighty Hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, While all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What, though in solemn silence all 66 C. M. All His works praise Him. HERE seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every flower, THERE Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale The birds that rise on quiv'ring wing, And all the mingling sounds of spring 2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone All nature's debt is sinall to mine, Thou gavest-proof of love divine- 67 His Name is glorious. LMIGHTY Maker, God, A How glorious is thy Name; S. M. Thy wonders how diffused abroad, 2 In native white and red The rose and lily stand, And, free from pride, their beauties spread, 3 The lark mounts up the sky, And bears her Maker's praise on high, 4 Fain would I rise and sing Fain would my heart adore my King, 5 Let joy and worship spend 68 C. M. Heaven and earth are full of His glory. TERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise, Thee the creation sings: With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas, And heaven's high palace, rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold! Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye, 3 There thou hast bid the globes of light 4 Thy glories blaze all nature round, 5 Infinite strength, and equal skill, |