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Let the people praise thee O God. Ps. Ixvii. 3.
From all that dwell below the skies
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring :
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !
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;
And only man is vile!
The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we, to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ?
The joyful sound proclaim ;
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 cxlviii. 3.
From vocal air and concave skies,
Let wafted hallelujahs sound; 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
Scarce trembles o'er yon azure field !
Ye stars ! who circle round the pole,
Illumin’d with celestial rays; Instruct your vocal spheres to roll
Symphonious to your Maker's praise.
Your voices raise with mix'd acclaim,
To praise the universal Lord ; The sole august majestic name
O’er earth and distant heav'n ador’d.
Thy footsteps are not known. Psalm lxxvii. 19.
His wonders to perform ;
* And rides upon the storm.
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,
But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.