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The voice of the Lord on the ocean is known;
The God of eternity thund'reth abroad;
The voice of the Lord, from the depth of his throne,
Is terror and power;--all nature is aw'd.
The voice of the Lord, through the calm of the wood,
Awakens its echoes-strikes light through its caves;
The Lord sitteth King, on the turbulent flood;
The winds are his servants—his servants the waves.
The Lord is the strength of his people; the Lord
Gives health to his people, and peace evermore.
Then throng to his temple, his glory record;
But, Oh! when he speaketh, in silence adore.
JEHOVAH has epoken! the nations shall hear;
From the east to the west shall his glory appear;
With thunders and tempest to judgement he'll come,
And all men, before him, shall wait for their doom.
Wo!-wo to the sinners! to what shall they trust,
In the day of God's vengeance, the holy and just !
How meet all the terrors that flame in his path,
When the mountains shall melt at the glance of his wrath.
O God, ere the day of thy mercy be past,
With trembling our souls on that mercy we cast;
Oh guide us in wisdom, for aid we implore ;
Till, sav'd with thy people, thy grace we adore.
THAT thou, O Lord, art ever nigh,
Though veil'd in awful majesty,
Thy mighty works declare:
Thy hand this earthly frame upholds,
Thine eye the universe beholds
With providential care.
Thou settest up, and pullest down:
The ruler's power, the monarch's crown,
Thy hands alone bestow:
In thee, all creatures live and move ;
Thou reign'st supreme in heav'n above
And in the earth below.,
Great King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Whose hand chastises and rewards,
Thee only we adore :
To thee, the voice of praise shall rise
In hallelujahs to the skies,
Till time shall be no more.
O Father, let me be
An object of thy care ;
For daily unto thee,
I lift my humble pray'r;
Preserve my soul, for I am thine,
And guide me with thy truth divine.
When cares and troubles fall
On my afflicted soul,
To thee, O Lord, I call,
For thou canst make me whole:
And thou wilt hear my suppliant cry
And bid affliction's tear be dry.
Teach me thy way, O Lord,
That I may walk therein ;
Thy gracious help afford,
To keep my heart from sin :
So shall I praise thy glorious name,
And all thy mighty works proclaim.
PSALM LXXXVII. (D. 8—7.) GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Sion, city of our God ! He, whose word can ne'er be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. Lord, if thou in Sion's city,
Wilt record our worthless name, Let the world deride, or pity,
We may well endure the shame. Here the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love, Flow to cheer thy sons and daughters,
And all dread of want remove.
SWEET is the work, my God, my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing :
To shew thy love with morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
Sweet is thy day of sacred rest,
Let no vain thoughts disturb my breast;
Oh may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound !
Lord I have lov'd thy courts below,
And when thy heavn'ly rest I know,
Thy praise shall all my pow'rs employ,
In that eternal world of joy.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.
His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd
He brought us to his fold again.
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heav'ns, our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world, is thy command;
Vast as eternity, thy love;
Firm as a rock, thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years have ceas'd to move.
LIFT your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to your heav'nly King ;
Let your tongues Jehovah bless,
Let your joyful hearts confess,
That his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.
Oh! how safe the man, whose mind
Rests on Israel's God reclin'd!
Safer far is he, than those
Who their trust on man repose.
Lord! thy mercies far extend,
And thy bounty knows no end.