CVII.

TO God above, from all below,
Let hymns of praise ascend;

Whose blessings unexhausted flow,
Whose mercy knows no end.
But chief by those His Name be bless'd,
To whom His aid He gave ;
Beheld them by the foe oppress'd,
And reach'd His arm to save.

To east, to west, to south, to north,
Condemn'd awhile to roam;
His hand in pity brought them forth,
And call'd the wanderers home.
Behold them on the desert stray,

A helpless, hopeless train;

Some city where their steps to stay
They seek, but seek in vain.

Distress'd, to God they make their prayer,

He guides, directs their feet,

And safe in His protecting care
They reach their destined seat.

Oh! then, that all would bless His Name,
Whose mercy thus they prove,

And pleased from age to age proclaim
The wonders of His love.

СХІІІ.

I.—(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.)

YE saints and servants of the Lord,

The triumphs of His Name record;
His sacred Name for ever bless.
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams or setting rays,

Due praise to His great Name address.

God through the world extends His sway,
The regions of eternal day

But shadows of His glory are.

With Him, whose majesty excels,

Who made the heav'n in which He dwells,
Let no created pow'r compare.

Though 'tis beneath His state to view
In highest heav'n what Angels do,

Yet He to earth vouchsafes His care;
He takes the needy from his cell,
Advancing him in courts to dwell,
Companion to the greatest there.

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