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4 How strange, how wondrous, is thy love!
With trembling we alore:
Its wonders can explore.
Resound immortal lays,
To celebrate thy praise. 108
L. M. Canst thou find out the Almighty to perfection!
GOD, thou bottomless abyss !
Thee to perfection who can know! O height immense! what words suffice,
Thy countless attributes to show ! 2 Greatness unspeakable is thine ;
Greatness, whose undiminish'd ray,
When earth and heaven are fed away. 3 Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord,
Essential life's unbounded sea,
It lives, and moves, and is, from thee. 4 High is thy power above all height;
Whate'er thy will decrees is done; Thy wisdom, equal to thy might,
Only to thee, o God, is known! 109
Confess the Infinite Unknown.
Bade the waves roar, the planets shine : But nothing like thyself appears
Through all these spacious works of thine.
3 Still restless nature dies and grows;
And all thy vast desigtis are one.
Thy ministers are living flame.
To sing thy glory or thy grace!
And see but shadows of thy face.
None but ihy word can speak thy name.
Or to perfection know !
Above the creature's sight,
The glorious Infinite.
Description far below;
How deep his mercies flow.
And dazzles all above;
C. M. Torthy of ceaseless praise from allllis creatures. That fill the worlds above;
E , choirs Praise him who form'd you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.
The floor of his abode;
Before your brighter God.
Whose beanis create our days, Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays. 4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,
The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful band,
In your eternal roar;
And shore reply to shore.
Ye mortals, catch the sound; Echo the glories of your King
Througb all the nations round. 112
5th P. M. 4 lines 78.
OF JESUS CHRIST.
Glad tidings of great joy.
All seated on the ground,
And glory shone around.
Had seized their troubled inind,)
To you and all mankind.
The heavenly babe you there shall find
And in a manger laid.
Who thus address'd their song:
And to the earth be peace :
9th P. M. 87, 87.
Sweetly sounding through the skies !
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
? Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chunt in hymns of joy:Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God most bigh! 3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as nian is found; Souls redeeni'd, and sins forgiven
Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth his praise, sing; O receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him,
Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him,
Glory be to God most high !
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15th P. M. 11 9, 11 %. Christmas-day. LL hail! happy day, The Redeemer appear'd upon earth;
How can we refrain
To unite in the strain,
2 Ye angels of God,
Sound his praises abroad,
We also will join
In a hymn so divine,
3 O nay the return
of this once blessed morn
Sweet accents of praise