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4 O spread thy cov'ring wings around,
5 Such blessings, from thy gracious hand,
The bond of love.
PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
Thy creatures bend the obedient knee,
3 Still may thy children in thy word Their common trust and refuge see; O, bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great bond,-the love of thee. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes With beams of everlasting day.
Divine guidance and safety.
2 Let thy eternal truths, we pray,
3 Lord, from thy word remove the seal,
Unfold its hidden store;
And as we hear, O may we feel
4 Help us to see the Saviour's love
5 Thus while thy word our footsteps guides,
And safe arrive where love provides
O may we feel the sins we own,
2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;
And let a healing ray from thee
3 When we disclose our wants in prayer,
And not a thought our bosom share,
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,
Grace, pardon, life.
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue :2 Not now on Zion's height alone
The favour'd worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well. 3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4 0 thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The holy prophet's harp was strung; To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
God seen in his works.
THERE is a God-all nature speaks,
2 The rising sun, serenely bright, Throughout the world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
The heavens declare his glory.
THE spacious firmament on high,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
3 What, though in solemn silence all
All His works praise Him.
The birds, that rise on quiv'ring wing,
2 Shall I be mute, great God, alone 'Midst nature's loud acclaim?
Shall not my heart, with answ'ring tone,
All nature's debt is small to mine,
Nature shall cease to be;
His name is glorious.
How glorious is thy Name; Thy wonders how diffused abroad, Throughout creation's frame.
2 In native white and red.
The rose and lily stand,
And, free from pride, their beauties spread,