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Let the people praise thee O God. Ps. lxvii. 3.
Fhom all that dwell below the skies
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word.
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring:
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Come over and help us. Acts xvi. 9.
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand: From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Java's isle; Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile! In vain with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
Can we, to men benighted
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim;
Till each remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
Waft, waft ye winds, his story;
And you, ye waters, roll,
It spreads from pole to pole:
The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer! King! Creator!
In bliss returns to reign. Missionary Hymn.
Praise Him Sun and Moon. Psalm cxWiii. 3.
From vocal air and concave skies,
And let the sacred triumphs rise,
Till vaulted heav'ns the notes rebound.
Thou solar orb! whose ruddy beam Compels the shades of night to yield;
Thou silver moon! whose fainter gleam
Ye stars ! who circle round the pole,
Instruct your vocal spheres to roll
Your voices raise with mix'd acclaim,
The sole august majestic name
O'er earth and distant heav'n ador'd.
Thy footsteps are not known. Psalm lxxvii. 19.
God moves in a mysterious way,
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
And works his sov'reign will.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
Behind a frowning providence